Feral Sins Novels & Stories

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

I want to get angry right now and say bad things to Elijah just to make me feel better. I want to shout at him. I want him to bear the feelings I feel right now. But the question is, will he feel it? I'm not even entirely sure if he loves me. For now, I have to bear this pain alone. But suddenly it occurred to me that I had also sinned Elijah. I slept with another man. I feel I have no right to blame. I feel like I'm angry but withdrawing that right because of the sin I did to Elijah. "Son..." Papa Elias turned to me.

"His body was completely limp, and every bone in him was broken. He died such a horrible death. Who was there to save him?" "Adam has never suffered since he was little," she continued. "If he's thirsty or hungry, he can crawl out and eat by himself. If he has even a little bit of guilt, he should stay inside and atone for his sins, praying that Andy's soul can finally rest in peace!" She straightened herself. "And don't worry. He's not locked inside. I specifically told them not to nail the coffin shut yet. And he's not numb. If he feels suffocated, he'll push the lid open himself to get some air.

~Amolet We don’t have any other choice. I have to wrap my fingers around Cian’s arm, deciding I’m not about to touch Sinful, and allow him to take me to whatever dark, cruel whole the Sin Wrath lives. My apartment dissolves around, a flicker of darkness being all that I can see before my feet touch ground, and I’m officially back in the immortal realm...And not where I expected to be.

the man said again with a wide smile, he must be very happy to see me locked in here. “ I am Paul, by the way.” “Paul”, I said trying to figure if I know him. Almost like he was reading my mind He chuckled, “ Trust me, you don’t know us but we know who you are – and who’re father is. “You are paying for the sins of your father and your pack, and today in front of all our packs your father will pay for his sins I swallowed, not liking where this conversation is heading, “Why are you people doing this?” I said

By the time the bailiffs intervened, blood was already spilled. Andrew was given life without the possibility of parole. Despite losing an eye, Crystal did not earn any leniency. If that wasn’t bad enough, Rachel made sure Crystal received extra care behind bars. I returned to the arms of my family together with Ethan. Ethan, a sweet boy that he was, never brought up his mother again. Perhaps this was for the best. It was a blessing in disguise for Ethan to be free from a vile mother. Besides, he gained a doting aunt in return.

It was all too late. _________________________ Sisa* is the deranged mother of Basilio and Crispin in Jose P. Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. Unable to stand up to her abusive husband, and later the Guardia Civil, Sisa went from one traumatic event to another, causing her to eventually lose her sanity due to the mental burden. This insanity manifested in her wandering around San Diego, calling out her children’s names, and singing songs out of nowhere. [Source: G****e]

Vincenzo and Pietro were also left speechless. “No way, there is no way all of these could be true.” Dante denied. “My mother left me when I was a baby; she’s dead by now,” Dante told her. “I’m not dead! I am alive and well!” She shouted, causing everyone to fall silent. Delina sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. “This is my karma, I shouldn’t have done what I did. Look at these, one of my son has no idea who I am and the other one hates me.” She murmured to herself.

K A I R O The river was restless tonight. I should’ve ignored it. My patrol was nearly finished, and the cliffs rarely carried anything but the roar of water and the stench of moss. But my wolf wouldn’t leave it. He prowled inside me, ears pinned, claws dragging against my chest. Go. His voice was sharp. Now. I followed the pull, boots crunching over loose stone until the roar grew louder, spraying mist against my skin. That was when the scent hit me—metallic, thick in the air. Blood.

​The "Feral-Reset" wasn't a bomb or a gas. It was a frequency—a "Primal-Scream" designed to trigger the most violent, unguided instincts of the Lycan biology. As the Architects activated the signal, Rhea felt her mind fracture. ​The "sweetness" of the pack-bond was replaced by a red haze of pure, mindless aggression. Her wolf didn't want to protect; it wanted to tear. It wanted to kill Marcus, to rip the throat out of Sela, to feast on the very people she had sworn to save.