Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

He was hypnotised for a moment, one of Katrina’s doings. He immediately got a grasp of himself when Katrina held his crotch! He was lost for what seemed like split seconds and the next thing he felt was someone’s hand down below, a sacred place he swore on his oath as a problem to neglect. “The sacred Sign of the Cross commands you, + as does also the power of the mysteries of the Christian Faith. + The glorious Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, commands you; + she who by her humility and from the first moment of her Immaculate Conception crushed your proud head.

A silent promise—I would not let this place fall. Sin appeared beside me, her golden eyes cold and assessing. “It’s an enchanted mist,” she murmured. I turned sharply. “What?” She exhaled, her expression grim. “A distraction. It makes it impossible to gauge their numbers, plays tricks on the mind. If we can’t see them clearly, we second-guess our defenses. If we hesitate too long, we lose.” Garrick spat a curse. “How do we counter it?” Sin’s answer came without hesitation. “Fire.”

“I can’t decide if I want to keep our pup safe inside me forever, or get him out so that my weakness won’t be a threat to him anymore.” Sinclair goes very still, and then I’m being turned, his strong hands guiding my body to mirror his. He takes my face in his huge hands, and I gnaw on my lower lip, not wanting to look him in the eye. I don’t think I can bare to see his disappointment right now. “Look at me, little wolf.” He instructs firmly, and my gaze jumps up reflexively – even if it is blurred with tears. “Now listen to me very carefully.” Sinclair continues, gentle but stern. “You are not weak. You are making a miracle in the middle of the apocalypse.”

she raised her voice slapping him hard. "Tsk you are the useless one here. What am I even doing here. Lucifer can't open hell so you somehow win. He can't open hell without our help, the seven deadly sins which you one by one killed and imprisoned but somehow escaped." The Moon Goddess drew closer. Her bare feet touched the mirrored floor without causing a ripple. She reached out, her fingers tracing the sigil seared across his heart, the Mark of Lucifer. It pulsed softly under her touch, rebellious even against her divinity.

His bullet got pierced inside that man's heart which immediately started leaking blood. He saw him falling on the ground with a loud thud and witnessed his soul getting snatched out of his body through his eyes. He grinned, diabolically by seeing his lifeless opened eyes which could be terrifying for any normal person but it was not for him. Stepping closer to that man's dead body, he saw his reflection flashing on that man's soulless eyes which gave him the satisfaction he was craving to have and that was who…. RICCARDO ALFANSO was….a treacherous sinner wrapped in the facade of a saint.

It was only a miracle that I was still alive. "Don't you dare lie to me. You are nothing but a sinner!" That statement got me very angry. Despite the heavy migraine I felt, I still managed to speak because the anger I felt was too much to be contained. "You have no right to call me a sinner. If I am a sinner, then you are also a sinner! You are wicked and heartless and you are most definitely not a Christian" I screamed in his face. With the way he stepped a few paces back, it was obvious my words touched him. It made him very angry. I could see it in his eyes. Anytime I told him anything concerning being a sinner, he got out of control.

Her tears were not giving up on her, just like her pain which was not giving up from hurting her heart over and over again. Squeezing her glossy eyes shut, she was about to snuggle her head on her knees but stopped, feeling that huge shadow towering over her curled up figure. Nina took her head upward and this time, her soul got deprived of every kind of sensation by finding that person in front of her again and by seeing that precarious vileness in his dusky gaze, she understood it really very clearly that this night was going to be the beginning of that forbidden sin between their bodies, hearts and souls.

I don’t see him as a threat to humans, maybe he has his own reasons to lie to me and fake a promise and then killing that man. My mind was still in bewilderment when I realized something, F**K the mirror. I rushed to the dresser and stared at that mirror carefully, I bit my lips nervously, afraid that the devil could be behind it or he could come in front of me at any moment as I raised my hand and then curled my fingers, a bright light shone at the mirror and it moved. I was shocked and my mouth nearly dropped when I saw multiple square bottles neatly placed inside the mirror on a hidden shelf.

“By the name of Holy God, I wash you from the sins of rebellion and disobedience. May he accept your sincere Redemption. Madam, show your guilt to God.” Mielle almost forgot what she had to say, then she recalled and raised her head murmuring: “God forgive me for I have sinned” “What is your sin” “Rebellion.” “Do you trust your Master's judgment?” “I do trust my master’s judgment.” “Do you accept the proper punishment the enforcer is going to apply?” “I do.” “I must ask for a second validation, do you accept the proper punishment the enforcer is going to apply?” “Yes, I do accept the enforcer’s punishment.”

If anyone was strong enough to pull off the shift of power and stop souls from passing over to the afterlife, it was Mira. He just hoped that she didn't lose her own soul in the process. Too many Light Oracles have tried and failed in the past. But one has never been quite as unique as Mira by being part Light Oracle and Lycan. MIRA lowered herself onto the surface, she knelt beside Clohe and picked her head up off the ground, and she breathed life back into her. A white mist departed from Miras' lips and it entered Clohes' mouth. Within seconds, Clohe sucked in one deep breath before her jaw fell open and a flutter of black butterflies exited her mouth.