7 Deadly Sins Arthur 소설 & 이야기

“This is it. Your son.” It was a solemn moment for all of us. I saw my parents in the back of the crowd but I decided to stay up in the front of give my Gamma some strength by just being there. Although we had lost one of us, i would make sure this would never happen again. The priest in charge of the burial ceremony gave a speech and everyone simply watched. When it got to Arthur's turn to speak he said, “I have lost my very own blood due to my carelessness and I would never forgive myself for that. I shouldn't have trust a wicked woman who I thought was the one for me, in charge of my son..and because of that, she killed him so I would kill and destroy every of her family members so she kn

He raised his front claw back, readying to shred her to pieces. “Arthur, stop.” “Ella, what are you doing?” Liam asked. “...The right thing.” I hope. Arthur’s whole body froze. I gradually approached him while Cecilia struggled to get free from under him. He managed to put a good portion of his weight in his front paws, making it impossible for her to move. I peered down at the woman, who’s managed to cause me so much pain. “Let me make something clear to you. Arthur doesn't deserve to live with the guilt of killing his own mother. My kind has been slaughtered for generations, merely because of a fear that we’re all evil beings set on destroying your world.”

Another pang of pain struck in her chest with faint fear setting in. "And the most painful part is that he made us watch." She finally understood what Arthur meant by he failed her. The pain, the regrets and helplessness was enough to shape him into this nature he had embraced. "Oh my God." Vincent scoffed, starting off on a gentle pace. "You'll be shocked of what monstrous things our Sire has committed. That was just a tip of an iceberg, Bella." She still froze, trying to digest the pain that struck from his words. "Ever since that incident, Arthur's life change drastically. He let darkness consume him."

“Not at the expense of your health, right? Arthur, you’ve been training for 12 hours straight. Ever since you gave Harden that damn message. Do you think you’re overpreparing here? I mean, the meetup is just to retrieve Caitlyn’s body, right? You’re not actually thinking of killing Harden, are you? What about Damien? Are you even thinking about him?” “At the moment, all I can think about is pulverizing that bastard who killed my sister. I don’t have room for anything else,” Arthur said, his face becoming flushed from the excitement. He looked as red as a tomato and on the verge of hitting something. Elara had never seen him like this before. “Arthur, think about the Scorpio Pack, your kids,

Toronto, Canada Quinn POV Amongst the twenty-two women here, I only get along with Sarah. When I arrived she was so sweet and welcoming that I felt it was suspicious, it wasn't until a week and a half ago that she told me she had been crushing on Archie, one of the seven sins. Once a talk that relates to the seven brothers comes into our conversation, she can't keep her mouth shut any longer and rambles on about Archie all day long. She knew I was sent here by Ace and because of the few news she got from the United States she thought I was dating Ace only and that we both would become wives of the Luthers once Archie noticed here. Her so much love for Archie made it so difficult for me to br

He slowly held the handle of his sword with trembling hands. “No…” he shook his head as he tightened his grip to his Blackwinter. He couldn’t do it. They’re fucking children. He would rather accept the consequences… severe consequences… than killing these innocent kids. “You’re a bad person! Mad criminal!” the boy shouted all the sudden. Arth turned around and found the sister holding him back. “Polly…” she held his arms. “No… let me go!” Arth sighed. “He needed to be puni-“ “We already lost our mother!” the boy cut off, his tears flowed nonstop. “I hate you… you’re a demon!”

Simon nearly screamed in my face, his voice breaking towards the end. It felt like I had been doused in cold water at his words, no matter how stubborn I wanted to be, I knew that I couldn’t ignore the fact that he had just saved me, but the way he had called my name, I didn’t want to accept it. He didn’t get to call me like that if he was hell bent on acting like a dick. “I would have been fine, Arthur.” The game left a bitter taste in my mouth and I turned around, throwing one last look at the wolf on the floor that flies were starting to gather before attempting to walk away.

I’ve had it. I draw the dagger back from the shadows and start to play with it in my hands while keeping my eyes on his face. I’m pretty sure that he got my silent message because he finally started to talk seriously again. “The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.”

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

"You aren't a server, Ivy. You’re my obsession. If Arthur thinks he’s turned you into a god, he’s forgotten that I’ve spent my life tearing gods down." We reached the final blast door—the Vault of Sins. This was the sanctum where Arthur St. Claire had recorded every "Sync" session, every forced evolution, and every moment he had bartered our souls for the Regency’s stability. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of clinical, white light bleeding out into the smoky hallway. Inside, the atmosphere was chillingly calm. Arthur sat in a high-backed leather chair, a glass of amber liquid in one hand and a remote detonator in the other. He looked aged, his skin like parchment, but his eyes were bri