7 Deadly Sins Tattoo Sleeve Novels & Stories

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

The most feared man in the city. He rose from his throne like chair at the center of the room like a predator waking from slumber. Six-foot-four of pure, lethal power wrapped in a tailored black shirt that strained across his broad chest. Dark hair, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes the color of winter steel cold, calculating, and utterly merciless. Tattoos peeked from his collar and cuffs, hints of violence and ownership inked into his skin. He looked at me like I was something he already owned.

I said as his eyes widened and I stuck the knife in his neck a few times as his blood spurted over the tiled floor. “Dispareo,” I said as his body started to evaporate and disappeared back to the realms of the dead. I gritted my teeth as my skin started to burn and his mark appeared on my arm in a tattoo like emblem. None of the marks on my arms were actual tattoos, they were the marks of the souls I’d taken, people I’ve killed and sent back. It only burned for about fifteen seconds as the mark started to heal and formed part of the other marks creating the sleeve effect on both my arms.

Five different poisons coiled around him like a black chain of order, imparting those spirits in hell with the seven deadly sins. A true immortal who approaches that area would fall into ruin in that split second. Their six senses would be weakened, and the five poisons would enter their body. The seven sins would befall them, along with a slew of other disasters. Eventually, the true immortal would drown in everything and become one of the evil Rakshasas.

Pietro might not have the same conflict with Sergio as Dante, but Pietro hated that man with passion. He lost Diego, one of his good friends in the past, because of Sergio. His friend joined Sergio’s gang and was executed right in front of his eyes. Before Diego was executed, he also received a box of black roses, a symbol that his death was already decided. Seeing the black rose again triggered that painful memory for Pietro. “I should have killed him a long time ago.” Pietro added. “It is not easy to kill him. We cannot do it on neutral ground and he always has several men around him. People like us can get rid of anyone, but not when we are dealing with someone from the same world, same r

"Been thinking of you stretching me open, ruining this cherry for good." That snapped the last thread of my restraint. I ripped off my shirt, my muscles flexing, then I yanked down my pants and boxers. My cock sprang free, a heavy, veined monster. The fat head was slick with pre-cum, it slapped against my stomach with a wet smack, pulsing for her. The veins bulged like ropes ready to claim every inch of her innocence.

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.”

Nelson stayed glued behind me, his hand possessively gripping my hip, that smug smirk on his face I wanted to slap off. “Jameson…” I started, but the words got caught in my throat. My skin burned under his intense stare. I watched the way his Adams apple bobbed as his gaze moved slowly over my heaving breast, my tits, then between my legs where Nelson's cum was visible sticking to my thighs. “Like what you see brother?” Nelson taunted as his hand stayed possessively on my hip, while I stared at Jameson who was staring at me, no, staring at the tattoo.

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

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.