The Scholar Of The First Sin Novels & Stories

Grey asked. "The first sin committed was by falling in love with you. The second sin committed was breaking the rule of the heavens. The third, she got into the heavens, after she had been stripped off her immortality as a goddess. The fourth, stole the heavenly mirror. The fifth, she stole the staff of light. The sixth, she got Ariella involved in all of it. The seventh, she challenged the heavenly emperor because of you. The eighth sins, she did not bear her punishment in the lightning sphere," he listed out and Grey interrupted him. "I stopped that from happening. The lightning strikes were going to kill her," he said, raising his voice.

Apart from a few forgotten libraries and some songs in Ter Sami- an extinct generic language of supernatural beings- the Seven Sins remain mostly unknown. To give off the impression of immortality, the heir takes on their name upon ascending the throne. So if the heir of a Sin ascends the throne, his or her True Soul merges with the Sin’s true essence and becomes the Sin itself. That is why it is said that a Sin never dies- because they literally never do. They live on in their offspring.

Not a god. Something between. He didn’t walk. He glided. Long silver robes flowed behind him like shadow-flame. A crown of twisted moonstone sat on his head, bleeding black from its tips. His eyes were pits of moving galaxies, his skin the color of thunderclouds before a storm broke. Liam stiffened in my arms. “That’s not her,” he whispered. Kael stepped in front of us. “Then who is it?” The figure smiled, slow and terrifying. “I am the First,” he said, voice smooth like venom. “The one she failed to become. The one who created the Ash Wolf… and the one who will end the line you tried to protect.”

“Evelyn, don't. Shut up!” “She has a right to know, Gabriel. You know it’s true.” A thick, suffocating dread spread through the forest. Ava’s pulse quickened to a painful, erratic beat. “What does that mean? Cain was the first. He was the anchor.” Evelyn looked directly into her eyes, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow cut through the howling wind. “It means Cain wasn’t the first successful subject. He was just the first one who survived with his mind intact.”

Someone, braver than the rest, whispered shakily, “D-dean, who is he? Is he really just a professor?” The dean straightened slowly and turned to them, his face dark with something close to disgust. “He is Roman Sinclair,” he said firmly. “Second heir of the Sinclair family. And the major founder of this college.” The room exploded. “What?!” “Sinclair?!” “That Sinclair?!” Faces drained of color. Eyes widened in horror. The man on the floor looked like he’d just realized death had been standing in front of him the entire time. I ignored all of it. “I want him fired,” I said. “Effective immediately. Blacklist him everywhere. I don’t want him teaching in any institution ever again. And if anyone

Vane hissed, her mechanical arm whirring as she leveled a steam-pistol at the creature. "It's a Memory," Caelum whispered, his emerald eyes fixed on the ink-covered hand. "A Memory that was never meant to be read." The creature hauled itself onto the Council table, scattering the blueprints and brass tools. It looked like a man, but it was hollow. Its "skin" was composed of thousands of ancient treaties, laws, and death warrants. This was the Archivist of Sins, a literal manifestation of the lies the First King had told to build the North.

I haven’t been this version of myself in years. Not since I buried that old life under paperwork, lectures, and the steady monotony of academia. But the second I walked out of that house—ignoring Alex’s anger, ignoring the worried voices behind me—the switch flipped. And the man I used to be woke up. Shadow. Silent. Calculated. Cold. The Tristan that existed before professorhood. Before Alex softened the edges. Before life gave me a child I did not plan for but had come to love.

Sin pulled me onto his lap, put his hand on my chin and forced me to look at him. "Here I have assumed the name Sin because it makes the most sense on your tongue. In this incarnation, I am a wolf, but I have been many things. I have been walking the world for much longer than you can imagine." How could I look away from him? Those golden eyes consume me and sink me into a light of hope. "Gods are strong because there are people to worship them. I am strong because everyone commits sins. I have existed since the first being was created."

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

WARNING: The chapter that you're about to read contains content that you may find unpleasant or troubling. Please read with care. Haughty eyes and a proud heart—the unplowed field of the wicked—produce sin. Hubris― He could still remember how his father once taught him about the cardinal sins and how humanity struggled—and fell. His father taught him of sacrificing one’s self and serving a purpose, of redemption and salvation. As his father had said before, redemption is only the first step to salvation and that this is the process of renewing and freeing people from their servitude to sin by acquiring back their liberty from it at a cost.