What Sin Is Merlin Novels & Stories

I shrugged. “Because it has always been because of me…” I scoffed lowly. This man tried to be smarter than he was. I wanted to tell him how pain in the ass he had been all my life and every mistake of mine was somehow connected to him. Dad and he made me this today. “… I know why you killed Meghan, you were angry on me that I didn’t tell you about Nelson’s murder,” I chuckled, “Why in the world would I kill a sexy vixen for a manwhore?” He was ridiculous. He could be a standup comedian if he ever gives it a thought.

"HA HA HA HA! Is this it? Is this my destiny? After everything I've went through, after everything I sacrificed, is this the end? Is this the karma for all the people that I've murdered? Is this the end of my journey you ******* Gods! Even if I die here, even if need to exchange my soul to the devil, I will still avenge my people . I will kill Merlin and the rest of the Kingdom!" The maiden was shocked after she heard the name Merlin. It was a name familiar to her, a name that is important for her, a name that is very important for her revenge. Merlin is actually related to Morgana the traitor of humanity. Morgana was originally the Sage of the Kingdom of Alvarez, she is Merlin's sister. But

The boy who hates God? Which was a lie. I didn’t hate God, I hated how people committed sins effortlessly and covered it up by using his name. Father Cadwell is an example. Lying and deceiving members of the congregation in the name of God. While in reality, he is worse than a beast. All I could think about was him. The boy whom I hated growing up. The boy with scars on his back and light in his eyes. The boy everyone compared me with. Simon Cadwell. The miracle boy.

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

Merlin said, rising angrily. "Wait," he said calmly. "Roi and I spent years trying to stop those experiments and save the children. We failed. The consequences are immense. Their focus was on mind control. That's why you, Devin, are experiencing what you are. Roi tried to save you—to break their control. And you, Merlin... do you remember anything before you ended up there, other than your time with Devin?" Merlin sat down slowly, her gaze distant, fixed on the window."No..." she said quietly.

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

“It wasn’t me, Nicholas. It never was me. You know that.” He exhaled sharply, jaw tightening. “I want to believe that. I have to.” His eyes softened, briefly, before the storm returned. “But Damien…” I froze, recognizing the name, the betrayal. “Damien Cross?” He nodded grimly. “One of my own men. Trusted him like a brother. He set this up—everything—the attack, the trap. And… somehow, you got caught in it. Again.” I swallowed hard, bitterness curling in my gut. “So I’m blamed. Again. Typical.”

‘Johnny Depp… in his 30’s’ Angel gulped. He was a fan. ‘This man would be popular with the ladies.. what with his good looks and voice..’ And the stranger's eyes. ‘Silver…’ Molten silver. Angel had never seen anything like it. It was magnetic. It could suck your soul in and get hypnotized into doing carnal things. The man was a living, breathing sin incarnate! He shook the cobwebs away from his mind. ‘Shut up Angel! Think of other things! Think of literally anything else!’

She only tossed the boy’s soul to the side as though it wasn’t made of celestial gold. Curious, Azazel had taken a closer look, his eyes slanted like that of a serpent narrowing into thin slits. and peering into Matthew’s glowing blue eyes, Azazel’s thin eyes had snapped open, his head forcefully thrown back as a revelation flooded his mind. The boy had drowned himself. Suicide. A mortal sin. That was all it took to damn someone, even a boy who had been as good and bright as Matthew.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.