Radiant Sin Novels & Stories

He stared at me deeply, but not with disgust, rather concern. He pulled me in for a hug without saying anything. After a while, he pulled out. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, holding my hands. “I guess.” I managed. I never thought I would tell anyone about this, but with Arson? I felt safe. “He said it’s the only way for me to stay away from sin. He said We must destroy sin and every sinful engagement. I get whipped each time I disobey him. He is the major reason why I am alive.” I waited for him to say something, but he just kept on looking at me, waiting for me to finish.

“Raiden.” Grinning in a mischievous way HE confirms their thoughts, HE whispers. “Each world that He created by which owns the shard souls and reflection of the original with the representation of the seven sins. He made it all to understand the choice that I made and to feel the emotion that I wasn’t able to make Him understand. Each word has its corresponding emotion that is opposite to the sin they bear as your world is the special one. The prison of the original embodiment of the seven deadly sins.”

His skin melted, his blood boiled, but his face remained calm. “If this fire is the price of life,” Rayden murmured, “Then let it rewrite me.” The flames rose higher. His body began cracking from his fingertips to his neck. But in every crack, it was not blood that seeped out, but red-gold light. The same light as the Black Sun Blade on his back. “Rayden Kalesvara Duskar…” The voices of the seven Arcs echoed together. “You have rekindled embers even the first God would not dare touch again.”

He said in that deep rumble that made the desire pulse hotter. “So the dominant says.” Sin said with a smirk as he looked at Marcus, his fingers moving over the pendant he wore at his throat. “You could always break my ties.” I felt the heat spread over my skin from Sin’s powers and I watched Marcus shiver.

“So I’m supposed to risk everything to fix something I didn’t break.” Sinclair took a step forward, ignoring the warning looks from the other Alphas. “I won’t let them force you,” he said. I believed he meant it, I also knew he might not be able to stop it. The circle flared brighter. My knees weakened and I bent slightly, catching myself before I fell. The energy inside me was too much now. It felt like holding too many thoughts at once. I looked at Sinclair, really looked at him. The man who had protected me and lied to me. Fought himself for me.

At this point, he turns to look at Sin, who is now conscious and seated on the floor at the edge of the wall with blood covered all over his face. “Sinclair, he tried to murder me, because he was angry that our father crowned me the supreme ruler of the vale instead of him, I've always been much stronger than Sinclair, its impossible to kill a man like me, and out of anger I banished Sinclair from the vale, never to return with the penalty of death.” “All these years, Sinclair has tried to play the good guy and hide the real him from everyone. He has spent years trying to paint himself as the good guy, but he isn't who you think he is.” He explained to us.

“You filthy little sinner. tempting me…runing me…” “Yes! Yes, I’m bad. Punish me, Father Khatri,” Matthew whines, arching into the touch and Khatri’s cock weeps behind his zipper. He yanks the boy’s shirt off, tossing it across the room, and then rakes his nails down Matthew’s oddly pale skin, leaving red welts. The boy’s cock twitches between them, leaking more and more stream until Khatri grips it in his large fist. a moan rips from Matthew that’s so erotic, it has to belong in sinful places like Sodom. His head falls into the crook of Khatri’s neck and he rasps. “Please, give me more.”

My throat went dry as I asked, "What does it want to do?" Gus pointed at the cave entrance. "Look at that constantly flickering red light. The beast has injected its poison into its core. It aims to harness its remaining power to shatter the core into powder, utilizing the forest's toxic mist to refine it into red clouds that ascend into the sky, only to fall as rain. "The entire village will be thoroughly saturated with the enchantment. All the villagers will die from uncontrolled lust, turning into blood that seeps into the soil. This will become nourishment for the Temptress to prepare for its next reincarnation."

A world the law didn’t touch. A world soaked in blood. The root of my unending wealth. Heads bowed the moment I stepped out. “Boss.” “Boss.” Their voices echoed in submission. I didn’t respond. I only came here when it's serious business. Rugar stepped forward…my best shooter, my third after Leo, him and Leo are my shadow in this world. Here, I wasn’t Professor Black. I wasn’t Zed. I was Roman motherfucking Killer. The name that made grown men piss themselves.

Someone was out here. Then she saw the leather patches glinting in the beams. Her stomach dropped. A steel snake coiled around a crimson heart. Steel Vipers. She had heard the stories… ruthless, organized, dangerous men who ruled the roads on their own terms, and no one got in their way. Before she could react further, lights flashed ahead. A white van fishtailed across the road, tires squealing. Doors burst open. Two masked men jumped out, dragging a third biker onto the asphalt. Shouts cut the desert silence.