What Sin Is Merlin Novels & Stories

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

Such a filthy gold digger and a bed warmer,’ ‘I hope you are aware of what people in this world call those relations which have no name, nina. Especially when your relation has already been questioned because of your past with Cain,’ Nina's eyes immediately watered when she recalled everything. A bed warmer? A gold digger? Nina had never in her worst had ever thought that she was going to get called by such names for falling in love with someone. She had not done any mistake for loving him then why was she getting so much hurt and hatred for it like she had committed a sin for loving him?

I plead. “He acts like it’s a sin for us to let loose, have fun, and get our rocks off,” Warner says. “It’s not a sin. It’s against the law in public, and it’s just not for me,” I say, explaining to Montana. “Hold on, darlin’,” Warner tells Peyton as he digs in his front pocket. “Something’s popping up.” At his words and devilish smirk, Peyton blushes deep red. This causes Warner’s eyes to light up as his smile grows wide.

Ahead, through the trees, I saw a faint glow—a fire, burning low and lonely in the dark. And there he was. Adam Valerian, standing by the fire, his back turned to me. He looked different, dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothing, his posture rigid and tense. The air around him felt heavy with age like he was a part of the forest itself, something ancient and eternal. “Tarini,” he whispered, without turning. The sound of my name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine. It was a voice I’d never heard before, yet it was achingly familiar, filled with longing, like he’d waited lifetimes to say it.

She was still huddled against Sebastian, but her chin rested against her shoulder as she looked at Deragan. “In my moment of weakness, I fed my pack to him. Like mice into the waiting jaws of a cat. Many men died that day, due to my haste.” Deragan’s regret of that day was plain on his face. Shattering his usual composure. “That’s what happened to Raese Merlinus. We’ve not seen him since that day. And it was why Chavias Derenoe was enslaved by the demon. All of which, lands on my shoulders.” “I am sorry.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, causing Demir to fall into a hushed silence as he watched him. “Someday, I will grant you the privilege of meeting my death angel,” he smirked. “Sebastian, we are in a priesthood. Cross me, and I’ll search every corner to ensure your complete ruin.” Demir looked him dead in the eyes. “Teaching me morality, huh? How would you treat the daughter of the man who killed your father, mother, and brothers? He wanders freely while I grieve every night. You can’t understand, and honestly, I have no expectations from you.”

Mordred appeared with his men, ‘Don’t bother trying little Hybrid those cuffs contain spells to block your magic no matter how powerful you are. Merlin was never a match for me, I am Blessed by the Dark Lord, he is my Master.’ He stood in front of her his gaze roving over her almost naked body, the beautiful white dress hung in tatters, and reaching forward his arm snaked around her waist and he pressed himself against her. ‘I do not need your Coven to witness my claim on you, all that matters is the act itself is witnessed and my men will suffice.’

"A goddess, nonetheless. I am unfamiliar with this Merlin. If you could please provide us with a brief history, we will be better able to determine if we can assist in whatever capacity you require." Ari nodded. "Merlin was a wizard of some repute. He once aided kings before our times progressed beyond their system of rule. Legend says that he is the bastard child of a demon and noble woman. He's immensely powerful, able to shape-shift, change perceptions of reality, and control the elements." I looked up at my grandmother, my mouth hanging open. "And you think I can beat him by myself?"

Much of their crew had also been utterly annihilated, or were thrown out into the void of space. “I’d rather die than be Eris’ slave,” Sin retorted. “Slave?!” Merlin scoffed. “I’m no slave! My ledger’s the fattest it’s ever been! I’m richer now than at any other point in my life! Both my lives! This is the best I’ve ever had!” “The scars on your face say otherwise.” “These things? A small price to pay for my own stupidity.” Although Sin had been mostly stoic throughout this entire fight, a flash of anger swept across him. His face scrunched up briefly because of it. And the anger wasn’t directed at Merlin, but rather at Eris herself.

Taliesin sent the message off with a heavy heart. While his judgment was sound and he knew he wasn’t wrong, the likelihood that it would all go to plan was slim. Curses laid by the dying or the dead were harder to get rid of than living curses and he was not an expert in such dark magics. He had no affinity for creating or breaking them. His late brother and twin, Merlin, had no such limitations, but he had gone into Eternal Repose after his wife, Viviane, had been killed in the war against Morrigan.