Novel & Cerita The Scholar Of The First Sin

“You’re right about that, at least. I did demand a gift. But it’s not as interesting as the medallion.” She sniffs. “Well, I knew that already. Let me guess,” she pauses, pretending to think hard, “it is another book.” I nod, a chuckle escaping me. “You’re absolutely correct.” Nyra smiles. “And it is absolutely boring.” I exhale. “It’s a first copy of the work written by the first Four Great Scholars of the Conclave. They explain the origin and evolution of alchemy. It’s quite interesting if you—” I cut myself off when I realise she’s, in fact, not interested. “You’re right. It’s boring,” I confess with a shrug.

Not yet. Ask yourself, 'What is sin?' What answer would you come up with? Take a moment and really think about it. A scholar might say, 'It's the breach of divine law, a trespass against the will of Gods and Goddesses or fate'. The priests call it 'disobedience made manifest - An act that stains the soul and severs it from salvation'. To the world, sin is 'theft. Bloodshed. Lust unrestrained. Vengeance unrepentant. It is pride, it is cruelty, it is a fire that burns without remorse'.

I breathed a string of profanities. " Who said you can talk? " He asked as he stood back to observe me. " Paaa!" Came the first slap on my face. " That one is for being ugly," he reminded me as he rolled his sleeves. You won't cry, you won't cry, you said you'll be strong. " Now , tell me who is officially fucked up and royally screwed," " Just get this over with, kill me if you can, but make it quick," all the angels who thought I was a good human had also abandoned me.

A woman. Her hair was silver-white. A long scar crossed one side of her face. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural violet light. Seraphina gasped. "It can't be..." Lucien whispered, "She's still alive." Elyra looked at them. "Who is she?" Seraphina answered slowly. "Her name is Lysandra." "The last High Scholar of the First Civilization." The revelation stunned everyone. Cassian shook his head. "Not the last." "The first traitor."

"Not the girl in the snow. Not the fire. Not the docks. Just us. We are your beginning and your end, Malakai. You are the Vane King." ​I watched them, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped animal. The dominance was suffocating. Silas leaned over us, his mouth finding Sienna’s while his hand remained anchored on my shoulder, a heavy weight keeping me in place. They were a closed loop, a self-contained universe of sin that left no room for the man I used to be. ​But even as the "Good Sin" began to take a final, desperate hold—even as my body began to give in to the familiar, intense friction of their skin—I couldn't shake the image of the shadow on the balcony.

"Where is he?" "Who?" Choi asked innocently. "Don't play games, witch," Min snapped, the veneer of boredom cracking for a microsecond. "My father. The Chairman. Where is he?" Madam Choi let out a soft, tinkling laugh. She picked up a napkin and dabbed at the corner of her mouth. "Oh, Min-jae. You always thought he was invincible, didn't you? The Great Han. But even gods bleed." "He isn't here," Min deduced, watching their reactions. "If you had him, you would be gloating over his body. You would have paraded him."

Schuyler Calvin lifts our baby from her bassinet and walks over to Dawn as she looks down at the other sleeping baby. “I’m Calvin, Schuyler’s husband, and this is our new baby girl.” “Oh my gosh.” My hand flies to my mouth. “How rude of me! I should have introduced the two of you.” Dawn extends her hand to Calvin. “I’m Dawn, Theo’s friend and golf partner for many years.” She turns to peer once more at the infant. “And this is my niece.” Her voice shakes as she speaks.

I asked, raising my brow in confusion. "yes.. yes..." She replied, looking excited. "huh..." I took a deep breath and then began, "I somehow wasn't able to go back to the other world, and my soul used to wander around, then one day, a man caught my soul and then made me his slave. He always made me do the evil things and that is how I turned into a devil from a simple wandering lost soul." I told her, flinching at those terrible memories. "Slave? were you happy to be his slave?" She asked such a stupid thing, really who becomes someone else's slaves happily and then kills dozens of people.

on duty, on blood, on the unspoken law that rules his kind. He was not just a man. He was the Alpha king.. the ruler of all Lycans and werewolves, the one every pack bowed to. His responsibilities stretched far beyond his mansion walls. He commanded the strongest pack in existence, and within their hierarchy, his word was absolute. And yet, here he was.. distracted. His fingers curled slightly as he turned from Zerina. The sound of her disappointed sigh reached his ears. She wouldn't understand that duty always comes first for him. That was the first law of power.

When confronting major choices, a single moment of choosing good or evil could mean the difference between destruction and renewal. Even before encountering the Temptress, people constantly wavered between good and evil. No matter who someone was, as long as they were alive, they were on a spiritual journey themselves. With this thought, I felt that maybe Nutty was right. Maybe I really did have the makings of a spiritual practitioner. I closed my eyes peacefully and quickly fell asleep.