Feral Sins Novels & Stories

"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

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

“But your sins cannot be absolved. You took an innocent life. You betrayed the trust of those who loved you, and you became an accomplice to further darkness. Justice demands its due.” Kai bowed his head, his body trembling as fresh tears fell. His voice was barely audible. “I know. I know I deserve this.” Visaris turned his gaze to Cayn, whose face remained pale but defiant, though his fear was palpable. Visaris' voice was laced with venom as he addressed the Alpha. “And you, Cayn, are the true architect of this horror. Your vile actions—the serial rape and violation of a child placed in your care, your manipulation that pushed him to murder, your calculated assassination of the Sinclair fa

I sighed. Different from what history says, Sins in the present are dangerous. Years of hiding made some of us loose it and just blow up into pure anger and lust for power. A lot of Sins used their abilities to steal, hurt the weak, and kill. Though a great number wants to live in peace, ones that have immoral beliefs and dark views in life still exist. If only the King didn’t die, maybe there’s still order among us. Maybe we won’t have to hide and live in fear of being captured. ..

Every single inch of her body burned behind my eyelids—the way her skin flushed dark pink when I touched her, the intoxicating scent of her arousal, the way her tiny waist felt under my hands, and the high-pitched, shattering sound of her moans echoing in my ears. The raw ache in my groin was turning into an agonizing, throbbing fire. I was fully hard, straining violently against the denim of my trousers, my skin burning with unreleased frustration. Fuck it! ‘’Pull over,’’ I rasped out sharply. The driver instantly tapped the brakes, pulling the car into a quiet, shadowed alleyway off the main road. ‘’Step out of the vehicle.’’ I commanded, my voice strained and dark. ‘’Give me ten minutes.’

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.