Sinjin From Victorious Novels & Stories

Melissa mumbled. “How would I know? Not as if I'm the one who brought her here," Sin replied. “I wasn't talking to you, d!ck head," Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes. Melissa, you can call her a badass b!tch, a crazy psycho, your choice. She's very good at archery and has some pretty interesting skills. She and Sin are always on each other's neck. Sinclair, but he prefers to be called Sin. Free-spirited, a playboy who chases anything under a skirt. However, don't take advantage of his kindness; he's second in command after Aurelio, closest to Aurelio himself, let's say a cheerful devil.

I turned sharply, my dagger half-raised just as a hand clamped around my wrist, stopping the motion before it could connect. And then I saw his face. Jorin. Kael’s second-in-command. His dark eyes swept over me, widening just slightly before narrowing in realization. “Sin,” he murmured, low and rough, his grip firm enough to bruise. “You shouldn’t be here.” I forced my breathing even, shoving down the ice-cold panic flooding my veins. “Neither should you.” A flicker of something in his expression—curiosity, amusement, maybe even recognition of what this meant.

"You are disrupting a board meeting. You are not a board member. And there are several reasons, dad never made you one. Leave." "I’m a Han!" Seok-jin spat, lunging forward. "I have blood rights! I’ll kill you, you scar-faced bastard! I’ll—" Min didn't move. He simply lifted his right hand and twitched two fingers. From the shadows of the corner, Baek materialized. He moved with the terrifying speed of a striking cobra. He grabbed Seok-jin by the back of the collar and the belt, hoisting the struggling man off the floor as if he weighed nothing.

[Status] Name: JIN Race:Draconic Demon{Unique} Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death, Pure Fire Level: 77/100 Exp:45000/200000 HP:5000 CON:500 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:500 DEX:100 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK: 300 STR:100 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 740 INT: 148 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :64 AGI:64 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic). Advanced Stealth(Unique), Super Enhanced(Mystic), Calm down(U), Ultra- Amplify(Unique),Poison Mastery(Mystic), Acid Mastery(Mystic) ,Bioshift(Unique), Blinking Steps(Mystic), Time Shift(Unique),FireBall(Rare), Stealing Life(Disaster),

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.

Jackson cut in, his gaze was sharp, his expression hard. "Think?" I frowned, took a glance towards all four of the men seated in front of me. "Do you know anything?" We'd underestimated the enemy. We'd given them the time they'd needed to plan their attack from the inside. "Who recruited him?" Asher hesitated, then he acknowledged. "I did."