Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

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.

I said and they almost cheered. "Boss? why Sin? which power is sin?" one of them asked. "Of course, it's us you fool. Land of Mercy, Milan. Sin, Rome" Theon answered and they all smirked, a certain vibe filled the air stunning me 'I hope they are not planning to fuck out all the brains of our females?' Theon looked at me and smirked too as if knowing what I was thinking. "Now, let's discuss how we will attack," I said with the hope that everything would die down but I did not. Even though they are all paying attention to me but it seems like the Sin atmosphere has come to stay. "The land of mercy will attack the first head leader base this night and wipe them out silently but we will make it

Sister Beatrice eyed her, taking the holy Mary perfume and spraying herself after rinsing her mouth with the tiny handy mouthwash she carries about and using her cincture to hold it in place. "you didn't see me, Amari." Sister Beatrice said in a stern voice and Amari nodded in agreement. "Lord forgive me." She said in her heart. The second atrocity she saw; One of the young priest with Bethany's cousin Mercury having sexual Intercourse in one of the guest dorm room. Sometimes, Amari marveled at how her eyes sees evils and except for sister Beatrice they never know that she sees them. Amari adjusted her pillow, sleeping in a fetal position and singing a song of worship in her heart. She welco

He gripped his knuckles tightly. "You always have a choice." As she handed him his medication, he took it and after swallowing it, he gripped her hand weakly. Sinora assumed the medications had started taking effect and so, she sat down in the chair next to his bed. Mr. Lucien was a tough man, but behind all that, he had fears, monsters that shadowed him whenever he was left alone. Sinora liked to believe he kept her around because he thought she was a pure soul. Monsters could never stand pure souls after all.

‘Definitely not Sebastian,’ she mused, her fingers trembling slightly as she couldn’t resist the urge to read on. Sometimes, I feel a dark weight on my soul, like a curse. Maybe I am being punished now for terrible sins I committed in a past life. No sooner is one fight over than another starts. What have I ever done to deserve such betrayal and abandonment from everyone? Am I meant to be alone?

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

“Choice is a weakness! Look at this world, full of foolish choices that bring suffering! I shall be perfection without doubt!” He attacked again, but this time, Siron didn't dodge. He reached out his hand, and Morat and Lyra placed their hands over his, metaphorically, as they were made of mist. Their energies merged: gold, blue, pink. Not as a weapon, but as a light that radiated throughout the room. The light touched the shadow tentacles, and they evaporated. It touched the Mimic’s face, and the replica of Siron began to crack like shattering glass. Behind the cracks, the real Stefan’s face appeared for a moment, full of agony.

They were going to see how I was going to react and that was definitely not going to be nice. However, there was something that troubled me. What was the reason they did not take him by themselves? Were they still skeptical? I had fed them the pure trail of breadcrumbs through one of their lower-level lackeys we had converted last month: Micah was going to pay an unexpected visit late at night to an abandoned warehouse dock, to “pray for the deacon.” Alone, before coming to them like a lamb to the slaughter. At 3:45 in the morning. They would take the bait. They were predators and they always did when it looked easy and divine.

" Each one of you had made a selfish and grave sin against each other that you don't deserve to get out of here victorious unless you admitted your sins to cleanse you soul! " "Come on girls look inside your soul try to think what have you done! " Mira urged. " That includes you Mira! Ha ha ha ...! Did you think you have a pure soul? Only people with pure soul get out of here! " They all started to look for the most selfish things they have done.

Some. When the next clearing opened before us, I knew this was it. Another test. At the center of the space stood a giant silver mirror. Tall. Ornate. Covered in a frame of tangled vines and thorny roses. My heart lurched at the sight of it. A plaque below it shimmered with glowing script... "True empathy lies not in kindness, but in comprehension. See the soul behind the sin. Then choose." Before I could even process that, the mirror’s surface rippled… and Saria Bloodmark’s face appeared.