7 Deadly Sins Tattoo Sleeve Novels & Stories

Kim pleaded and finally noticed that he was trying to remove the name of ‘Sarang’ which was tattooed on his chest. Zayren didn’t even flinch. He dug the glass deeper, as if the pain meant nothing to him. “No, Mom,” he said coldly. “I won’t stop.” He clenched his jaw. “I can’t erase the ink, but I won’t live with her name carved on my body after she betrayed me by marrying my brother.” He pulled the glass out, blood spilling freely, and raised it again to stab his skin. Mrs. Kim grabbed his wrist desperately, sobbing as she held him back.

He could wrap his hands around my neck and take my life if he wanted to. “That’s okay,” Kael says, looking over me at the immortal behind me. “Sinful and I were just discussing a few things.” Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gripping me. The touch is so overwhelming, I can barely think for a moment, before everything came to me. I studied this immortal very briefly in school. We learnt about the Seven Sins and Seven Virtues at some point. More about the Virtues, but the Sins were mentioned, along with what they are capable of. So when Sinful touched me, it was as if I could suddenly remember who he was.

"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.

he muttered under his breath. But what Shaun didn't know was, I would do anything to make him happy because he had done everything to make me and my daughter happy. He stepped back and continued unbuttoning his shirt. Then he removed it, revealing his masculine perfection. “You see this" he pointed at his shoulder. There was a visible scar there. It wasn't so obvious, but I had seen it multiple times, but never asked what it was. “Yes, I do" I walked closer to have a proper glimpse of it.

“Those are words to live by a mantra of sorts. Maybe we should get it as a tattoo.” A tattoo? I’ve never really felt the need to permanently decorate my body. Somehow, at Calvin’s suggestion, I totally want it tattooed near my abdominal scars. I smile, causing his smile to grow up to his eyes. I love the crinkles it brings. “It resembles a candy cane. Thus, we shall keep it,” he states, shifting the post from my lap to his hands. I laugh. I think it looks like a shepherd's hook; he thinks it’s a candy cane.

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

Jeje looks surprised. “Right, his life is blessed by the devils and demons like you. He is protected by the direct command of Lucifer, the king of devils, and blessed by seven high-level devils that represent deadly seven sins, Asmodeus, lust, Mammon, greed, Leviathan, envy, Beelzebub, gluttony, Belphegor, sloth, Amon, wrath, and Lucifer himself, pride. And that’s why you have such a tough life as no God retainer blesses you, and you have no choice but to be blessed by the devils that you are here right now. And that’s why you are called "Starless" which means something black and dark.” ßenlong explained. Alfi remains silent.

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

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.“