The Sinners Novels & Stories

"We live with truthfulness. Lying and betraying is an act of sin." The man who seems to be the leader of everyone started to walk around and look at each corner. Oliver slightly move to hide his presence. "And what is the punishment for the sinners?" Everything shouted as if they are on a battle field. And so, the man smiled while saying this words with full of confidence. "Death"

She sighed and observed them. 'Where are you guys? We are coming.' I heard Vanessa in my mind. They can't just walk here! 'The 12 sinners are here, be careful. Some of them can see you even if they are not looking, keep hiding. We are inside the abandoned building, and we are now witnessing them glow.' 'Copy that.' Steel said. "They are coming here," I said to Ivory. She looked at me and smiled a bit. I can't help but to smile too, I rarely see her doing that and it was so nice to witness.

Dad yelled. “Sinners?” the devil scoffed. “You could be right. They are sinners, just like you and me, just like everyone here. All of you still haven’t changed. You still label others as demons after hunting and murdering each other in the name of your greed while still referring to yourselves as some sort of defenders of justice. Those who are stronger than you, those you fail to manipulate, will always be demons and sinners in your eyes. Then and now, your shamelessness knows no bounds.” He clapped and smiled. “I am very impressed, Titus.” I was very impressed, too.

"I'll serve you for the rest of my life, as your servant!" "Could you please talk to Sinister Elder for me?" Only the bold or the foolish walked with confidence to Sinister Summit. The old captain shuddered and hurried to explain, "Mister Kane, it's just Sinister Elder's twisted hobby. He enjoys breaking his enemies." Alexander looked around and let out a sigh. "Seems like there's hardly a sane soul in the Sinister Territory." He had no intention of saving those people. It was difficult to tell the saints from the sinners there, and most were on the wrong side of the ledger.

Closing the door behind me, I close my eyes and crawl down by the door, thinking of all the ways I could make things right with little Michelle. *** ***LONDON'S POV*** I wake up to distant noises I couldn't understand, but then, it starts getting clear and the room grows unfamiliar before me. I am in a... Hospital? And the voice I am hearing belongs to Sin. "Sin?" I call out and he turns out to me, his angry face softening as he hangs up the call and rushes over to me. Grabbing both hands around mind, he squeezes gently. "Those motherfuckers are going to pay for what they did to you," he grits out.

Crying because the man I had kept my promise to, failed to keep the promise he made to my daughter and I. I really wanted to ask ...... to ask him why he had changed all of a sudden. To ask him why he had jilted me on the altar barely two weeks after he begged me not to leave him. I really wanted to know!!!! But the answers to those questions didn't really matter to me anymore. What mattered to me at that moment was, HE IS A SINNER and he must definitely get RECKONED.

“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

Always clumsy. A few of the bikers laughed. The sound stabbed. I lifted my chin and walked toward the chapel where the service was already underway. Every step was heavier than the last, dragging me deeper into the world I’d fled. And then I saw him. Jacob North stood at the back of the room, leaning against the wall like a predator waiting for prey. Broad shoulders filling out his leather jacket, jaw shadowed with stubble, scars cutting brutal lines across his face. His eyes—dark, unreadable—locked onto mine.

Going through the city, I had Apollo at my side along with two dozen wolves and half as many witches. We took unmarked black cars and different routes to the address I provided. I just hoped I wasn't sending lambs into the lion's den. Supernaturals versus agents trained to kill since they could walk. I really didn't know how this was going to turn out. What I knew was I couldn't let anything happen to Apollo. Even if I couldn't say the words, I knew that I felt for him what I had never felt before. But we didn't need to say those words.

“That’s… not appropriate.” “Is it a sin to notice beauty, Sister? God made you beautiful. Seems wasteful to hide it under all that black cloth.” Each session chipped away at her armor. Marcus was clever, articulate, and disarmingly honest about his past—violence born from a brutal childhood, choices that spiraled out of control. He didn’t ask for pity. He asked for understanding. And in return, he offered her something dangerous: undivided attention, raw masculinity, and words that lingered in her mind long after she returned to the quiet safety of the convent.