Sinjin From Victorious Novels & Stories

There was no Father John to taunt me and no one to look at me with that knowing gaze. I curled myself up in my bed. My eyes lingered longer than usual on the Ceiling until they became blurry. The faint sound of children laughing outside, the faded echoes of footsteps, bells chiming. Each time I closed my eyes, I was there again. Standing helplessly, his hands gripping the back of my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks as he whispered. “You were born in sin Simon, but I will cleanse you of that sin.” I turned my face burying it into the pillow, trying to shake off the memory.

he retorted, launching into a flurry of calculated strikes aimed at Sorin's defenses. Their confrontation intensified amidst the swirling chaos of the vineyard grove. Sorin fought with determination fueled by the weight of his family's legacy and the newfound knowledge of their supernatural ties. Victor countered with ruthless precision, his every move calculated to gain the upper hand. As the battle raged on, Sorin felt a surge of elemental energy welling within him—a connection to the orb and its ancient powers. With a focused effort, he channeled this energy into his movements, enhancing his speed and strength.

The wound was deep, and Vincent’s body convulsed as he quickly went into shock from the blood loss. Amid the chaotic scene, I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a certain satisfaction ripple through me.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

Only a shaky, broken exhale. Jeremy’s eyes darkened with triumph. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “That’s what I thought, baby girl.”

she asks sardonically. I swallow. "I'm Amolet." "Before you say anything else, most generous and kind sister, she has an uncanny ability to strangle Immortals, so I wouldn't risk getting on her bad side. Trust me,” Sinful adds, to which I narrow my eyes on him, although am silently glad he’s informed Ira of that, a frown gathering between the girl’s brows. "Interesting," she muses. "I assume Sinful has fallen victim to this power of yours due to his mouth."

Jin did not dodge. He raised hand. "Arise." Seven shadows rose from ground, not one by one, together. Igris, Fang, Griffin, Knight, Miner, Elder, Ghost. All A+ now, after Jin's 91% progress. Seven vs One S-Rank. Igris blocked axe with sword. Stone under Igris cracked, but Igris did not move. Kross eyes widened. "What-" Jin was already behind him. Black flame eyes burning.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

He began to work. I expected him to just tie a knot and be done with it, like tying a shoelace. But this... this was different. He moved with a meticulous, practiced grace. The rope wound around my wrists, tightening just enough to be firm, not enough to burn. He looped it, pulled it, secured it. "This is Japanese silk," he murmured, his breath ghosting over the shell of my ear. "It won't chafe unless you fight it. If you struggle, it bites. If you surrender, it holds you."

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.