Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

he muttered under his breath. ‎He couldn’t shake the image of Eli’s voice—calm, controlling, commanding him to touch himself, to obey. The sound of Eli’s laughter still echoed in his mind, a reminder of who held the power between them. Damien clenched his fists, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against the cool mirror. ‎

THE MIRACLE OF EDAVANE. CHAPTER ONE (Simon’s POV) They said I was a miracle. Found in a cardboard wrapped in thin cloth at the parish gates on Sunday morning. Sister Marianne was the first to see me. She took me to Father cadwell, who lifted me in his arms during the morning mass. He told the congregation, that I was a blessing, a gift from God. A sign that our parish was blessed and our faith was real. I was baptised and named Simon. They all wanted to touch me. The sisters said my skin was like milk, my green eyes, and freckles stood out, making me more attractive.

They were not humans especially the one with Red eyes, he was the most beautiful but his nature was unreal. "Don't start a war you can't finish Vladimir! Go back to your Clan and take your chosen. This one is my fragile sweet mate that needs to be taken care of, not a blood-sucking bodily instrument for your satisfaction." The man named Lucian thundered and the accused blood Prince retorted heavily. They seemed to hate each other so much that I successfully bent down and crawled my way out of the gate while they argued. I entered the streets and tried to cross over when I felt a force drag me backward and I screamed. I couldn't feel my legs on the floor and the grip on my waist was so strong

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

Immediately, the cloth began to glow with a faint purple light. "Interesting," she murmured, holding it up to the window. "What does that mean?" "There's magical residue in your blood. Something I've never seen before." She tucked the cloth into her bag and pulled out a thick leather journal. "The signature is ancient, powerful. Divine, even." "Divine?" My voice came out as a croak. "Magic that comes from the gods themselves, rather than mortal practitioners." Mira flipped through pages covered in careful notes and detailed diagrams. "I've only seen traces of it in very old texts. It's incredibly rare."

Arc I – The Possession Begins Chapter 3: Experiments in Madness Mira had always considered herself a woman of science—at least the kind of science that involved late-night online theories, anime logic, and overanalyzing fictional relationships. Now, apparently, she was also a pioneer in the field of soul physics. Step one: establish the parameters of the curse. Step two: avoid dying again. Step three: maybe, possibly, definitely not fall in love with the Duke. Easier said than done.

With so much curiosity and uncertainty in my brown eyes, I assess them and every slight movements they make. While watching them, I realize they all have one thing in common, and that is beauty. Beauty that has never been seen by humankind. I guess Jacqueline still stands correct when she said: "Why do you think the most beautiful people have the most wicked hearts?" Asides from this, there's another physical trait that ties them together; they are all tall with perfect bodies, and symmetrical faces. The same way Sin appears in the mere human eye. But one of the seven looks a little different from the rest. He is slightly robust. From his appearance, I have a strong feeling that he is Glutto

Samael stood with his back turned on me “You did something to me didn’t you?” “I did no such thing” “Liar!” I yelled “I believe you know when someone is lying, am I lying?” he smiled “No. If you did nothing to me then what’s wrong with me?” “Tell me Mazikeen, why are you losing your Grace?” “What are you talking about? How can I lose my Grace when I haven’t committed any sin?” “True you haven’t committed any sin but the mortals you torture; their anguish, their pain and their regret where do you think it all goes?”

I'm hardly concentrating on what is going on as I sit beside him. "You're related to Sinful," I whisper lowly as Micah fills another glass. "And you never told me." Asher stiffens, his hand tightening on mine. "I haven't told you a lot." Micah loudly fills the cups with ice. "You better start," I growl through gritted teeth. Asher is like Micah and Sinful. If Micah's information is correct, that means he is been created by the Moon, and is one of those Sins or Virtues. It's hardly something I can comprehend in my mind.

I looked in the direction he was looking to see the girl from yesterday. “Dear pack members, I am grateful to have all of you present here on such short notice.” He said. His loud voice echoed through the backyard. “This girl, Miracle, our Beta’s younger daughter, has committed a crime.” He looked at her as he said that, “She tried to play with the mate bond created by our Moon Goddess, and when she didn’t have it her way, she tried to kill my mate with the silver dagger here.” He accused, motioning for a warrior beside the girl who I now know was named Miracle, who showed him a dragger.