Feral Sins Novels & Stories

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

I've already said that I'm too valuable to be totally diverted from my duties in paradise. I frowned lightly, reflecting on the subject. As far as I knew about fallen angels, even those who were not designated to represent a capital sin were immediately exiled to hell. For a moment I ended up thinking that by the death of Vraxlon, the wave of sin of lust would be free for anyone who wanted to take it, considering that the sin of laziness was not really dead" my three-headed dog, affectionately called Cerberus, took charge of swallowing the bodies that the receiver of the sin of laziness used to hide the

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

POV: Callum | The Feral Den The Feral Den after a successful raid has a specific atmosphere that I have come to recognize and which is different from the Feral Den after a hard night or an ordinary night. It is not celebratory. It is the atmosphere of people who have done a difficult thing and who are processing the fact that it needed to be done, and who are trying to work out what doing it has cost them and what it means they need to do next.

Protected. Clearing her throat, she shifted and opened her mouth to speak— Only for Jonathan to beat her to the punch, never once taking his eyes off the road as they hurtled down empty streets. "You have questions," he said. It wasn't phrased as such, but Sophia nodded, tongue darting out to wet her lips before daring to speak. "Yes, well… um, many. But first—who or, ah, what were those… things?" she asked. "Rogues," Marcus rumbled, either unaware or uncaring of the sensations his searing proximity sparked within her. "Exiled ferals who reject the sanctity of the Moon Law. Feral scum."

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Around us, students filled the hall, whispering and waiting for the judgement. “Murdering a fellow werewolf is unacceptable in this academy and across every pack,” Zeus declared. “Yes! She killed one of our own. She must be punished!” voices roared. The hall shook with shouts. Zima trembled. Her head stayed down, eyes fixed on her feet. Shame wrapped around her like chains. My wolf raged inside me, begging to rip out throats and crush bones, but I forced him down. “Zima of Silverpang Pack,” Zeus thundered, “if this High Court of Nightowl Academy finds you guilty of murder, you will not only be expelled but exiled and banished from all packs.”

She felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart, knowing that she had saved innocent lives from their feral clutches. Though a pang of guilt tugged at her conscience for extinguishing the lives of creatures that were once human, she reminded herself that these werewolves had been consumed by darkness and lost their humanity. They were mere vessels for destruction, driven by an insatiable thirst for blood. Beverly had seen the transformation firsthand, the loss of self and the overwhelming power that took hold of them. It was a tragedy, but she knew that she couldn't change their fate.

He shoved himself as deep as he could go, stilled, and said, “Open up your eyes. I said that you were going to watch.” When I reopened my eyes, he started up once more, ramming his cock into my hole and staring intently at me through the reflection. His dark eyes turned into fiery golden pools, the way they had the other night when he told me he would take care of those girls at the bar. It was the sinister side of him that everyone feared. Everyone, except me. “Oh my Goddess …” “Come on my cock, mate.” My claws dug into the drywall. I threw my head back, my gaze still focused on those piercing eyes, and felt my legs tremble underneath me. He held me up with his brute strength as an orgasm r

Fear tightly coiled beneath the surface, waiting for an opportunity to break free. And then it hit me. This wasn’t just about us. This wasn’t just about control or punishment. Alessandro’s cruelty had a method. He wanted us broken, yes, but he also wanted us watching one another, feeling the helplessness in a chain that none of us could break alone. He had orchestrated this moment like a symphony of despair.