Whisper Of Sin Novels & Stories

My everything. Except my wife. Not yet. “Read faster, priest,” I grit out, checking to make sure his back is still turned. It would be a pity to murder a man of God. “Make her my wife while I make her a mother.” The other man’s pitch increases, along with his speed. Slapping flesh mingles with Georgina’s whimpers, scripture. My own grunts of desperation join the chorus as I near my own end. Sin swims through the room, colliding with salvation. But I’m only concerned with giving that salvation to Georgina, so I release her throat to reach between our bodies, rubbing the pad of my middle finger on her clit.

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

** Shadows of the Past** Sophia held her breath, feeling the veil settle over her shoulders. The faint, ghostly voices filled the room, weaving through the air in a rhythmic chant, their sorrowful tones heavy with memories and longing. Ethan’s hand tightened around hers, anchoring her amidst the echoing whispers. Together, they stood before the ancient altar, their breaths in sync as the supernatural presence pressed down around them. “Do you feel that?” she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Ethan nodded, his gaze never leaving her face.

The hallway trembled with the force of Garrick's command, the very stones seeming to recoil from his anger. Devin tugged at my arm, her eyes wide. "We should go," she whispered urgently. But I stood rooted to the spot, my heart racing. What consequences? What were the other packs whispering about? And what was Sin so afraid might get out? Before I could ponder further, the door flew open, and Sin stormed out. Her eyes locked onto mine, narrowing with undisguised contempt. "Eavesdropping now, are we?" she spat. "I suppose we can add that to your list of charms."

“It’s the only currency that matters. Don’t spend yours foolishly.” Ash nodded, though Linda suspected his stomach had churned. That foolish boy couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just made a deal with the devil—and the devil had gotten the better end of it. Then the small man Linda had met at the entrance, the so-called Gatekeeper, cleared his throat, his voice tight with self-righteousness. “There is a spy among us,” he said evenly. The room erupted into whispers, all eyes darting around like pinballs in a broken machine. Linda’s pulse quickened, but she kept her face dull an covered with black scarf.

“Not from fear… no. You’re shaking because this sweet little body knows exactly what it wants.” His free hand slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head so her throat was exposed. He dragged his open mouth along the side of her neck (slow, wet, deliberate), teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. “You smell like sin,” he growled against her pulse. “Like warm honey and fresh rain… and like you’ve been dripping for me all day while you scrubbed my floors.”

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.

Just us—two souls bound by something darker than love, stronger than loyalty. But the moment didn’t last. It never did. Because in the corner of my mind, the monster whispered: You liked it, didn’t you? The fear in their eyes. The blood on your hands. The power. And I couldn’t deny it. The monster’s whisper followed me long after Alana left to gather Gia and Niko for a late strategy session. I stayed behind, letting her think I was finishing maps. In truth, I just needed to be alone with the voices in my head.

she whispered. Lucas turned toward her. “For what?” “For not getting you both away sooner.” He stared at her for a moment. Then he reached across and took her hand. “You're taking us away now.” Elara's eyes filled with tears. She pressed his hand against her cheek. Outside, the city continued moving, carrying the news of Kai Lennox's death from one screen to another. Inside the vehicle, three people who had lived beneath his shadow were trying to understand what freedom might look like. They had escaped the penthouse. They had escaped the immediate danger but the truth was only beginning to emerge, and the world was about to discover that Kai Lennox's final hours were far more complicated th

he said. ​The world seemed to hold its breath with him. The Shadows surged forward, their fingers tightening on their triggers, but before they could fire, Julian triggered the device. The blue flash that followed wasn't just light—it was a shockwave that silenced the world. ​But as the electronics died, I heard a sound that chilled me to the core: a voice, distorted and metallic, emanating from the server rack itself. ​"I see you, Julian. I see you finally returning home."