Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

It didn't matter what I said or did to him in this state, he wouldn't flinch. "Just take me back to the mansion." I said in defeat before surrendering myself to Aiden. He supported my weight on his shoulder before helping me out of the bar. It was stupid of me to come here anyway. We reached the mansion, and I was immediately approached by Mirabet Cromwell, a social pariah who is well known for her soothsaying capabilities and visions. She was just like Forrester, except more advanced. People considered her a witch, and ever since the incident of Azira, magic and witchcraft were greatly despised by the Lycans. But in Mirabet's case, she was not a witch. She was just gifted in different ways

“Leave her out of this. She’s innocent.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my reaction. “Innocent?” He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine, his breath hot and menacing. “No one is innocent in my world, Erica. Especially not after crossing me.” I tried to swallow the panic rising in my throat, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Please just let us go. Please.” Raffael’s eyes darkened. “Too late for that. I gave you a chance to live, and the two of you blew it. Now Lilibeth will pay for your mistake, and trust me, neither of you will get a painless and quick death.”

And that single moment told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t something simple. This wasn’t something safe. But I still wanted to know. I still wanted to try anything and everything to save him. “There is a ritual,” she finally said. “A forbidden one.” The air shifted. A silence so thick it nearly suffocated me settled between us. “A ritual?” I echoed, my voice barely more than a whisper. Mirabel nodded, her gaze locking onto mine. “It can heal him,” she said. “Completely. It will pull him back from the brink. Restore what was lost.”

“ How did the both of you break the curse? There’s no way that you can escape from it. “ The sin of wrath asked with his dark eyes focusing on Ace, the sin of greed. All seven of them shared one color of their eyes, black. If they are in their normal form, their eyes would stay dark, but if they will be triggered and the creature inside of them wanted to get out, their eyes would change according to their specifications as sins. “ T-Thea… She's pregnant. “ His words left all of them speechless. Thea was Ace’ beloved or mate from the human world. However, in order to cure Ace' curse, he needed an heir after the seventh eclipse. Each of them actually have mates that would also be their cure, b

Liam was, without a doubt, a different level of fucked up. “‘Everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb.’ That phrase is straight out of the Bible, Hilary. When people—even you and me—came into this world, we were immaculate and uninhibited. But as mere human beings, we are also weak and curious. These things are etched in our nature. And the moment we enter this worldly realm, we give in to the false trappings and disassociate ourselves from our original essence. We sin. There are thousands and thousands of ways that we sin, but the most destructive and root of it all that impedes us from our spiritual progress are the seven deadly ones.”

Then— an explosion erupted across the eastern ridge. Silver fire burst into the sky. Council soldiers were thrown backward violently. Everyone turned sharply. A woman stood in the center of the destruction. Dark braided hair. Nightfall leathers. Silver resonance crackling uncontrollably around her arms. Lucien recognized her instantly. “…Mira.” Mira Vale looked down at her glowing hands in horror. “I didn’t do that…” But the resonance around her intensified anyway. Seraphine froze beside Althea. For the first time since arriving at Nightfall—

He was enjoying being in control far too much, especially with Azriel limping so beautifully because of him. Damn, this was the perfect life, filled with sin of his lovers.

“If the Syndicate finds out we are bugging their registered merchants, they’ll cut our supply lines.” “Fine. I’ll have Rafe’s trackers do it while he’s out on the perimeter with you,” I countered. “Just ensure he stays within the boundary lines.” Virtue Sullivan was a ghost story. But Johnson Whitmoor... he was a challenge. The Trap Imani slipped off her soft leather boots, her bare paws silent against the stone floor as she crept toward the heavy oak doors of Malakai’s inner office. She had seen that look in his eyes—the hunger of a wolf that had spotted a rare prize to break.

That cunt looked so sweet and fuckable I wanted to dive in and eat her until she came all over my face. “Uhm… Cass, I don’t think you should do this,” I told her, feeling anxious about it. What if the stupid idiot circulated her pics, what if he showed his friends? What if— “Come on, Mira, don’t be so rigid,” she said, laughing again. She placed one hand over her dripping cunt, covering it teasingly, and lifted one of her tits to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around her own nipple and sucked hard, eyes half-closed, tongue flicking over it. She looked so fucking slutty and ready to get fucked. I almost moaned out loud.

Too willing to love a man who never promised her anything but power in exchange for obedience. And she’d fallen in love anyway. That was her first sin. The second? Stealing from him. Whispers of betrayal. A half-million in laundered funds. And a deal with the Cataldi cartel that ended in bullets. Dante pulled the trigger himself. He remembered her last words. “I never meant to betray you.” He hadn’t answered. Because it didn’t matter. Intentions were for children and priests. Not kings made of iron. Present – Moretti Estate Dante moved through the halls like a storm waiting for a target.