7 Deadly Sins Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

while he stretched me open. By morning my thighs were sticky again. My nipples stayed hard against my thin tank top. I felt filthy and already owned by him. And he hadn’t even touched me yet. I found him in the kitchen. Shirtless. Fuck. Prison had carved him into something dangerous, because tell me why a man would have such a massive broad shoulders, thick chest covered in dark ink drawn of snakes, skulls, and a large “V” over his heart. Scars crossed his abs. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing the deep V-lines that pointed straight down to what I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about.

They should not be. When I take a soul like his, the residue never simply disappears. Sin leaves an imprint. That corruption must be carried somewhere so it does not seep back into the world that created it. So it comes to me. The tattoos hold it. Each line etched into my skin absorbs another fragment of human darkness. Normally the burning begins almost immediately. Sometimes before we even leave the place where the soul died. But now nothing happens. Nora studies the ink for another moment. “That’s not normal.”

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

His presence consumed the room like a black hole pulling me into a darkness I couldn’t escape. His eyes, when they found mine, were obsidian stars, glittering with the cruelty of gods who had grown bored with their games. His lips, sharp as sin, curved into a smile that promised both ruin and rapture. Every line of his body was a threat—lean, predatory, crafted by some divine hand to seduce and destroy. He was chaos and calm, the eye of a hurricane that promised nothing but destruction once you were too deep to leave. He was the death of me. A whisper of the end wrapped in the guise of a man.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

He could do it again and permanently this time. "You said you two were friends. So why the fuck would you want to absorb him?" I asked, not like his answer would do much to make me understand. Nothing could make me understand him killing Cyrus. "Don't you sometimes wish to be your friend?" his cheerful tone threw me off. He was psychotic to say the least. "To have that power… the seven deadly sins are considered gods in hell. Every human possesses at least three. I want the respect that comes with the title and the power they effortlessly feed on."

“ And I’m Diamond. “ A hard voice from a man can be heard from the side. His eyes were icy and his hair was curled. But what surprised me the most was that, he have a lot of earrings in his ears. I can even see a huge tattoo from his right arm. Though he’s not my ideal type of guy, but he’s still an amazing one. His looks proves it. “ The sin of pride. “ He added. Why do I feel that I need the ten commandments now? They are all classified as sins but why do they have a perfect physical appearance? I shook my head and looked at the guy who’s obviously in his deepest thoughts. Seems like his mind is not here.

"...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off." "I can't. I can not let the likes of you see me naked, so turn around first." "Oh you little sinner, I have seen parts of you that not even you have seen before now, take it off." the evil angel said again gritting from his fangs. Sonny took off her shirt and was left in her black sports bra. Now the lines that covered her skin were fully visibly and glorious to look at. Anyone who knew not that this were natural to her would think they were the coolest tattoos ever. The way they were design around her torso, stretching from that trian

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.