7 Deadly Sins Anime King Novels & Stories

The nightmares started again, the palace never truly slept, even at the third hour of the night when the kingdom of Anaktora was swallowed in shadow and silence, king Aaron sat alone in his chambers trembling because the dreams were coming again and this time more scary. It always started the same way. Atlas was standing in the Royal hall dressed in the full regalia of a crown Prince to be, the nobles were there watching. Even the council, the entire Court held its breath as Atlas walked into the hall holding hands with a man. Atlas bowed in front of his father, reached out and took the man’s hands and kissed him in front of everyone.

When his head snapped back up, he trembled, his bones trying to break free from his flesh. My eyes broke free from the sight when Aleskander came closer. “Want to spend all night staring at Viktor?” he asked, his voice cool and neutral. There was no hint of rage in them. Just plain ol’ Aleskander. I didn't answer him. Instead, my mind did a recap on the file containing the Seven Deadly Sins. Then my mouth widened, realization settling in. “He's Viktor Von Stein? The Sin of Gluttony?” I murmured under my breath.

But God forgive me, Blake Luca is the definition of ‘A man made in sinful flesh…’ tall and broad-shouldered, his body carved like he’d spent every minute of his life lifting heavy dumbbells in the gym. He wears a tight white shirt that shows off his hard chest, the sleeves rolled up to expose thick, veiny forearms. His black pants cling to his strong thighs, and the heavy bulge pressing against the fabric between his legs is impossible to miss. A massive dragon tattoo curls up his right arm, its dark scales etched in black and red. The beast’s snarling head disappears beneath his collar, right at the base of his thick neck. And his face—God! This man is a beautiful sin.

the terrifying adrenaline began to morph into a dark, dangerous resolve. I was heading straight into the dragon's den. The Moretti pack was the most ruthless, bloodthirsty syndicate in the entire New York underground, and their Alpha King, Dante Moretti, was a monster feared by everyone, including Julian’s father. He was a cold-blooded killer. But he was also the only man powerful enough to shield me from the wolves outside these doors. Ding. The elevator doors slid open, and the bright, glittering luxury of the Vance Gala vanished, replaced by a dimly lit, suffocatingly tense environment.

He stared at me deeply, but not with disgust, rather concern. He pulled me in for a hug without saying anything. After a while, he pulled out. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, holding my hands. “I guess.” I managed. I never thought I would tell anyone about this, but with Arson? I felt safe. “He said it’s the only way for me to stay away from sin. He said We must destroy sin and every sinful engagement. I get whipped each time I disobey him. He is the major reason why I am alive.” I waited for him to say something, but he just kept on looking at me, waiting for me to finish.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

My voice shook, and my hands trembled in my lap. He sneered. “Do you think I chose you because of affection?” His words stung. “You are so worthless that even the strongest thing about you is useless to your own body.” He snarled before I could respond, making me flinch in my seat. “Your blood is what he needs. The Alpha King is dying. Kaven is the rightful heir to the throne, and if he does not recover soon, he will lose it. And all my effort to make Selene queen will be wasted.”

I mutter. His chest rumbles with laughter, “You mean other than the fact that I am the king of hell?” I chuckle. “Yes, other than that.” His chest falls and rises steadily as he tries to think about what to say. Seeing that he’s having some difficulty, I mutter, “Okay, how about I ask you a question, and you answer? So, let’s see, where you born a child?” He shakes his head, “No, I was not. Angels are not born. We are created as adult males.”

“So tell me, Kaleb. What made you call me to the warehouse? Did you think you could easily deceive a teenager? A child who probably doesn’t have any wisdom or worldly knowledge?” Much to my surprise, Kaleb barked out a humourless laugh. “No matter what anyone thinks, you are far from a child, Miaka. Anyone with that much power can never stay a child for long. You are the Demon King, the presiding head of the Dark Council…I would never see you as a child.”

His thick cock glistened with her cum, still hard and angry. He stood, towering over me, and gripped my chin. “Next time,” he whispered, voice rough with lust, “it will be you. And you will beg for every inch like the desperate little wife you are.” I sat there, trembling, thighs slick with my own arousal, watching the Cartel King adjust himself like the last ten minutes meant nothing. The jet continued its journey through the night. And I already knew the real claiming hadn’t even begun.