Feral Sins Novels & Stories

There were seven original sins, later known as the seven deadly sins. They were pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. The first trial Felix went through, the House of Indulgence, was clearly centered on lust. The second trial, the House of Wrath, was even more self-explanatory. With this sudden influx of information, he had learned the names of the remaining five trials, immediately making the connection to the Seven Sins. However, why did the S-tier Malevolent Phantom require someone to fully embody each of these sins?

I sit back by the hearth, breath unsteady, body burning with the memory of blood and heat and almost-kisses and battlefield smoke. Feral does not mean wild. Feral means unowned. Time does not own me. Not on the edge. Not in the center. Not in the overlap. Let it circle. I am not running along the rim anymore. I am the place the circle cannot digest. And somewhere in the eternal hunger beyond the walls of the tavern, time is experiencing something it has never felt before. Not defeat. Not anger. Not fear. Friction.

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

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.

I couldn't make out every legal term, but the words forced confinement, and Ayra Lin cut through the air clearly. "Your wife?" Damian laughed—a sharp sound that made my skin crawl. "We tracked the airport manifests, cousin. The real Ayra Lin booked a flight to Zurich hours ago. So tell me... who exactly did you put under that heavy lace veil today? Because if it wasn't her, you just signed a multi-billion-dollar corporate merger under a fraudulent identity. That's a federal felony. Search the place! Check every room!" The muffled thuds of the boots were scattered. The search began.

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

He remorse. " I know dad. I'm not upset. Tell me one thing. Where is my brother? " She softened her voice. She wanted to know the reasons. What compelled him to do this. This wasn't how she imagined it. She was upset, angry, but she couldn't show it as she felt his remorse, fear that she felt for the first time when he lost his wife. She stared out of the window. There was darkness, " Well, hello dear sister. I don't think our father is so brave to confess his sins. " There was venom in his voice.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

ARC 17: LAST CROWN CAPTIVE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit non-con and dub-con breeding sex, heavy objectification, degradation, collaring, shock control,rough gang breeding, forced impregnation themes, power imbalance. There's also a total loss of autonomy in a brutal setting. It is intended for mature readers only. Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores dark desire without restraint. ------- Kaelin's pov Several decades ago, the Fall began with what we called the Purity Wars.