Primordial Sin System Novels & Stories

God, I must have gotten so addicted to having him in me to be like that. "Why?" I question and Sinclair hums, leaning forward to press his lips against my forehead before moving back with a smile on his face. "Because I want to spend the rest of the night in your arms, babe. No fucking. Just you with your arms around me. " Babe? He fúcking called me babe! Inevitably isn't the first one but truly the first time he's saying it like THAT. In a way that makes my body tremble with need.

Embossed on the stranger's coat lapel was a small, silver pin shaped like an inverted triangle intertwined with an open eye—the ancient crest of The Primordial Order, a mythical faction that corporate historians believed had vanished before the industrial revolution. "The Primordial Order isn't a corporate syndicate or a banking cartel," Adrian growled, his silver eyes flashing with a dark, tempestuous fury. "They are the original architects of the bloodline contracts—the shadow council that invented the debt system our grandfathers spent their lives trying to destroy." "And they didn't just steal a corporate ledger from London," Elena added, her voice ringing clear, regal, and cold as absol

The thought only made my pussy clench harder around him. So this was what my mother got every night. This thick, relentless cock. This filthy, possessive fucking. God, it was better than I had ever imagined. The pressure built fast—too fast. My first orgasm was already clawing up my spine, driven by the stretch, the angle, the pure wrongness of being bent over a desk in the basement with my stepfather buried to the hilt in my virgin hole. I pushed back against him, silent, desperate, wordlessly begging for more.

And it was trapped inside the body of a girl I had treated like garbage for eighteen years. The irony wasn't lost on me. "Get some sleep," I told Daren. "I need you clear-headed tomorrow." He wandered off toward his tent, and I was alone again with my thoughts. The truth was, I didn't fully understand what Sylari had become. The vaelth spoke of something called the Primordial, an ancient force that predated all the races, something the Moon Goddess herself had tried to destroy and failed. They said Sylari was its vessel, its prison, its cage.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

I lightly shook my head and stopped grinning. “Since the day I promised mother to end this bloody legacy of killing innocents, since the day I promised her I will change our men and teach them how to be humans, that day I took an oath to change myself, despite it took me to give up on my nature,” His words sounded Chinese to me. There’s never such a thing she ever said to me nor she ever act like a weak woman. “So, humanity runs in our blood and so does a hope of empathy and love,”

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

Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll. At the far side of the picture was a black gate. The lines were heavy and thick, bringing to mind jail cell bars. The top of each vertical bar was set with an arrow. Wide at the base, it winnowed up to a point that looked sharp enough to draw blood. "Prime is the Creator being. Exact or precise stories of its origin have been lost over the eons. Anda and Asta, along with their other siblings, are direct descendants of the Prime. Each was given an aspect or virtue of Prime. They were to gift it to their children, so on and so forth. Everyone with me?" He looked up, catching every one of our gazes.

She walked into our world like she owned it, like she belonged. But my brain wouldn’t let her go. The driver pulled into the gated drive of the Palace, and the sight of the house cut through my spiraling thoughts. The mansion rose like a myth carved into stone—thirteen bedrooms, marble pillars, windows that glittered like the eyes of gods. Everyone at Heldon whispered about it, but only twelve of us had the right to walk through those doors. The Five of Thrones. The Three of Crown. The Four Aces. Together we were the center of Heldon’s solar system, and the Palace was our sun.

He exhaled slowly, as if my ignorance physically pained him. “The Shift,” he began, “was the first moment the world changed. When the moon touched the earth and chose the first wolves. When man and beast merged. When power took physical form.” He turned the candle in his fingers, letting its blue flame dance across his skin. “But before that moment,” he continued, “there were beings who roamed the world freely. Beings made of pure essence. Pure strength. Pure destruction. They were called The Primals.” I blinked. “Primal… like primal wolves?”