Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

We lie side by side, fully clothed, hands barely brushing. Like two men standing at the edge of something irreversible. “If I fall,” I murmur, “don’t become a monster for me again.” Nicholas turns toward me. “If you fall,” he says, voice low and deadly, “the world falls with you.” I smile. “Still dramatic.” He smirks faintly. “Still alive.” Memory is no longer the enemy. It’s the weapon.

God, what sort of punishment is this? You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I’m addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling refraining or encouraging me to continue? Andre thought to himself as she looked down at her puckered lips that was in a frightened pout. They look so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling insanity. He hadn’t had a decent sleep in ages and the worst past of everything was he hasn’t screwed anyone ever since she made that declaration of being friends.

“I was cursed, Nathan. The engkanto took my soul and that's why I died. This is their punishment for me.” “Punishment? What did you do to offend them that way, anyway?” Mira looked downward and took a deep breath. “Do you remember the time we went to Mt. Banahaw? Do you remember what we did there? It was all a sin, wasn’t it?” At that point, what the priest had told Uncle suddenly came back to him in a flashback. “When we experience events like this in our life, we should check our actions. Maybe we have done something that allowed demons to manifest and interfere with our activities.”

She would never understand this family’s cutthroat methods. Patricia was the only innocent one among the three, but she dreaded to think about what might happen once Greg and Christian tainted her mind with manipulative teachings. “Of course not,” Camille said quietly. “My loyalty remains tied to your family.” “Good. Then you’ll have no problem doing this little mission for me, right?” Christian said, his voice turning chipper. Which only meant that bad news was coming, Camille dreaded. “What is it?” “I want you to get close to Michael McGregor.”

Mirabel asked in a cracked voice. "Don't worry, both of them will be fine." Mother Mary smiled at her. "I brought you here because I needed you to see this. When the ceremony begins, you must request for the Blue Miracle to be brought out and used on both of them before any decision to slay one of them is made. " "Okay..." Mirabel took deep breaths and nodded her head in agreement.. Hopefully, this will work. .

It was hard to really pin him down, and even after that, it was hard to lay out the evidence. Because it was easy, he got away again. Amelia was thinking about how to steer the conversation into the context she wanted. Mystic Vale was still saying, "The Soul-Reflecting Mirror really does hurt spiritual forms. I have a way that works for everyone. The Spirit-Pacifying Pillar on my mountain can sense all souls in the world. It doesn't check your roots, just your cultivation. If Ethereal Lumin Hold is willing to let this disciple try it, my Solaris Hold won't say anything more. And I promise, no matter what opportunity is found in front of the Spirit-Pacifying Pillar, Ethereal Lumin Hold can ta

Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

I say angrily. “One thing we have to remember Sarah is that we cannot use our powers for evil. Yes, there are some out there who do, but they pay very high prices for the use of that evil power. It may not seem like it right now, but we will figure it out and I will prove to you that those who have betrayed the wiccan ways and you, will be punished,” Miranda promises.

The monster that has been haunting my dreams all these years pops up on the screen. Alexander Morelli the devil himself. Sitted behind his favorite desk in his office and on his favorite large chair that resembles a throne. Though he's aged with the years, he has still managed to maintain his good looks. A full face of grey hair, and his familiar crooked nose he'd always had. His cold eyes that bore into your soul and haunt you when you close your eyes. With a scar across his left left cheek that I gave him as a parting gift. He gazes into my eyes. The last time we locked eyes like this was when he was laying in a pool of his blood after I shot him five times. I was fourteen.