Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

But my lips would not move. “I see it in you,” Grace said softly, almost tenderly. “The battle. The hunger. The fear.” Her hand pressed lightly over my wrist, holding it, though not tightly. My fingers trembled. “You think you are ruined already,” she continued. “You think you cannot be cleansed. But sin is not in the body, my child. Sin is in surrender. It is in the choice.” Her eyes pierced mine. Her fingers trailed once more down my arm, so slowly that my skin burned beneath the fabric.

I replied, a genuine smile finally breaking through my misery. It had been two months since I signed my life away and married Matthew. Two months of isolation, two months of being locked indoors under heavy cartel guard, and two months of enduring a brutal, two-minute husband. But as Lucian and I talked, catching up and laughing over small things, I reminded myself it was worth it. My sacrifice had worked. Lucian was long gone from that terrifying hospital bed; he was completely healed, doing good, and living his life out in the real world. “I need some money,” Lucian said casually after a few minutes of catching up. He didn’t need it for medicine or treatments anymore—just personal cash to

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

Mira said, smiling when she saw the tiny reaction on the Monarch's face. Everyone knew that the Arctic Temple was tainted with malicious energy, and what happened to Mira years before, her dark manifestation made the malicious energy stronger. It didn't take a genius to figure out how a demon wolf like her could affect the malicious energy around her. Her life was and would always be surrounded by dark desires, so dark that nothing could compare to it. Mira was a beacon for malicious energy, and that was why she needed the world's balance if she wanted to stay sane around the people she cared for and loved.

“Miracle is the name you were denied by people who made mistakes and others who never had good intentions. If you let your soul be consumed by hate, then you will stay right where you are, and nobody can do a thing about it.” Miracle looked back at my mom to shout, “That’s right, you were the reason my life was worth only being bullied! You weren’t a Luna you were a bully! And you showed Marcela the same ways that led to built in me the hate I’m now showing!” My mom looked at me, confused, which I clarified before Miracle's anger took over. “I chose Alpha Stan as my mate. And it wasn’t till we swapped souls with the moon goddess that we found out who was our fated mates. I said I was sorry.

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

Her captor was none other than Selena Dark, a deity. “I wish for Moon Goddess to look at me. Why is she so silent?” I said in my mind while Miracle kept quiet. Noah made his way toward me. Miracle had her gaze fixated on the sun. What was she doing? Her eyes shone. She howled. “I, Sun-Wolf, Viviana Miracle, summon the fire inside me to trap the most powerful sunlight for a humble cause in the name of my mother and my murdered family.” Miracle talked. In front of Noah. He was astonished.

The sudden news took Lucian by surprise "my thoughts exactly" "but the security was tight, both physically and spiritually." Lucien said. Diablerie was the last magic mirror that allows and grants one the power to see the past, present and future whether hidden or secret. But one needed to possess an extraordinary amount of power to control it. "Apparently, the intruders used some kind of charm to make the guards fall asleep but I'm yet to find out how they managed to get pass the spiritual border." Zephyr calmly explained. "Black magic!" Lucian exclaimed.