The False Vyper Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

‘’What the HELL was that!’’ Vera then said with her ears bleeding and clutching them in pain. ‘It’s what I call the Deadly Sonic Scream my final fifth power which I apparently copied from your Sirenic power and tweaked it to something worse.’’ I then said to her still with my deadly smirk. It was then Vera looked around and noticed how all her mindless minions were no longer under her control. Apparently my deadly sonic scream had broken through the spell.

The predatory, lethal tension that had defined his every step in the blood-slicked streets of Chicago had returned with the force of a hurricane, vibrating under his skin like a dormant engine waking up to destroy. "She has him," he said, and his voice wasn't a roar or a cry of betrayal. It was a low, guttural rasp that hummed through the concrete floor, vibrating straight into the soles of my boots. "She has Adam because I was careless. Because I thought a fire could erase twenty-five years of sins."

Her claws slashed out, and she felt the satisfying crack of bone as they met their target. The High Priest howled in pain, but Veyra did not give him time to recover. She pressed forward, her sword flashing in the dim light. He reached out to her with his twisted hands, but before he could lay a finger on her, her blade pierced his chest. The moonfire burned through him like fire through paper, consuming the darkness that had taken hold of him. He fell to the ground in a heap, his body crumbling into ash as the false power that had sustained him vanished with a final, anguished scream.

"First, you need to understand what the test is. What it will do to you." Miranda waited. "The Purity Test will strip your soul bare," Vera said bluntly. "Every secret you have ever kept. Every lie you have ever told. Every darkness you carry inside you. The Moon Goddess will see all of it." Miranda's hands started to shake. "If you are using dark magic to create false mate bonds, the Goddess will know. And it will kill you." Vera's eyes never left Miranda's face. "The corruption will burn you from the inside out. There is no hiding from Her light."

But behind his radiant personality and easy lifestyle is a mask that he kept close by from the sin that he committed. Running as one of the few five who witness the beginning of the world and the reality as he opened the gate of truth. His sin rooted as the thief to the life that he was supposed to not have in exchange for the equivalent life that he gave up. Came from the dimension alternate to Virgo’s, his unfavored heart shattered as he looks from deep within the eyes of medusa that resulted in the chaos and his sacrificial heart that ended everything of their book to end. Hiding as the enemy and ally, he stands for himself as a wandering soul without an identity, to begin with. MARIE ANN

In the demon hierarchy, the Seven Sins are the most powerful demons of the realm, second only to Lucifer. “How may I be of service today, my lord?” “Rumour has it that you theorized about a way of making demons immune to the effects of the Mors flower. How true is this?” Gilbert breaks out in a sweat at Pride’s request. “How did he manage to get hold of such information?” he wonders. He indeed hypothesized that it was possible to somehow make demons immune to the effects of the Mors flower. But it is just a mere hypothesis. He has not even gotten the core material needed to even confirm it. How would he announce such an uncertified claim, especially for a matter as critical as this? He is no

My fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, desperate for contact, for proof he was real and not some cruel mirage. He shifted, angling my body so he could assess the wound. My ribs burned as he pressed lightly against the entry point, testing the damage, and I flinched, wincing at the pain. “Shh… it’s fine,” he muttered, ignoring my protests. “We’ll clean it. We’ll patch you up. And then… we’ll make them pay.” The words were ice and fire at once. Cold vengeance wrapped in warmth, and I felt something stir inside me—a dangerous, fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a way forward. That we could survive this. Together.

“…that Le Créateur finally decided to put an end to her suffering, but that was not the case.” Michaels emotionless façade cracks at that moment. A tear falls from his eye as he leans his elbows on the table and slides his fingers through his hair. His lips quiver as he croaks out, “Je n’oublierai jamais.” I will never forget. “She was curled up on the floor rocking back and kept repeating Le Créateur’s prophetic wisdom over and over again...so will it be with the resurrection of the dead? The sown body is perishable; it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power, and it is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

‘Definitely not Sebastian,’ she mused, her fingers trembling slightly as she couldn’t resist the urge to read on. Sometimes, I feel a dark weight on my soul, like a curse. Maybe I am being punished now for terrible sins I committed in a past life. No sooner is one fight over than another starts. What have I ever done to deserve such betrayal and abandonment from everyone? Am I meant to be alone?