Sinners Consumed Novels & Stories

Many have been known to live with others without them realising that their real family member had been killed," the book explained. There were cat people that had nine lives but these were harmless and very few. There were demons. These were witches and wizards who had died but had refused to follow the cycle of life and they remained in the living world as spirits. With time, they turn evil and are used by sorcerers to perform sorcery. There are fat suckers and they originate from Norway. They survive by sucking fats off human bodies. They aren't any and are also basically harmless but they have to be controlled so that the people won't find out.

I could see the outline of a shoulder, he lifted his hand like a signal. Sofia leaned close to my ear. “There’s a back window. The kitchen. If we can—” The front door tore open. The lock broke with a crack like thunder, and the door flew inward, slamming against the wall. A few men ran in through the tiny door while others stood outside the door. They wore dark clothes, hard faces, and their eyes didn't flinch. Dante stepped in last. The walls around us seemed to close in. He looked around finally settled his eyes on me.

“She's mine too, shut the trap and attend to those idiots who are claiming to have Evelyn's blood and connecting it to the Altar blood poison if you don't give them half of these Kingdom!” Fuck!! I slammed the wall and cursed at Draven's words before ruffling my hair in frustration. For the first time in my life, I'm showing weakness, I'm showing a vulnerable side to my men and it wasn't supposed to be so. The hunters were another deadly descendants of the Vampire that existed in our world, they were cursed and castigated because of their traits and hunt on any living thing that existed. Not only were there dangerous to any traits , they were powerful. Thier sense of smell, method of feeding

Instead, their entire soul was consumed by the highest members of the court. Each of the sins, when harvested, would be converted into multiple types of food, it resembled human food but different. Lust was sweet and juicy like the fruits of the human plane, gluttony was fatty, envy was sour, pride was juicy with a hint of blood like a properly cooked steak, wrath was spicy and always gave me heartburn, sloth was bland, and greed always tasted overdone and dry like burnt toast. A variety of foods were served and placed in front of us. I motioned for my poison tester to test the foods before I ate my meal.

They finally collapsed for good, bodies tangled and the room reeking of sex. Kevin chuckled, voice hoarse. “Best road trip yet.” Stacy turned to Emerald and kissed her on the lips. “Definitely.” Emerald traced lazy circles on both their bodies. “We should book motels with only one bed more often.” They drifted in the warm afterglow, trading soft kisses. None of them noticed the faint red light beeping behind the mirror. Whoever was behind the screen enjoyed the show. The show was definitely spectacular. Thanks to them, he'll be getting to eat h it over,over and over again

I couldn't believe there was even an open section where beautiful, skinny girls danced and swayed their hips while they'd no clothes on. Yes, you heard me right. They'd no clothes on. Not even a single tiny G-string or bra. They were completely naked like someone who's about to take her bath. They felt no shame… of course, they were smiling and dancing while the rich men sprayed them dollars like it was nothing. I had never stepped into anything like this in my life. We passed the main floor, then took a private stairway upward—away from the chaos, away from the music, into a quieter, colder world.

“I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.” The darkness around me pulsed, as if acknowledging the confession. The Broker’s voice carried satisfaction. “Truth. The audience recognizes honesty. Proceed to the second sin.” This one was harder. Required exposing something I’d barely admitted to myself. “My second sin,” I began, my throat tight, “involves Eli.” My son’s head lifted, confusion written across his young face.

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

Killing was a second nature to them, a simple chore, and I doubted they even felt like they were doing something wrong. The nuns in the church were right all along; greed and power are a consuming fire. They turn humans into monsters, making them do absolutely anything to fill their endless desires. The prime, horrific example of that saying was sitting right in front of me, at the head of a table of murderers.