8th Deadly Sin Novels & Stories

"Different? You would have sent a check. You would have paid for my silence just like he did. You wouldn't have invited me to your table. You wouldn't have called me sister." "Thats not true, but I am sorry," I said, my voice steady and low. "I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people."

« If you keep talking this way if someone passed nearby, they’ll think that you are the Alpha, » I replied. « Don’t worry Alpha. I think only the infected would be interested in us. Oooh, I forgot. Beta must already be gotten rid of them. » Sometimes, I wondered if she was a sin in her last life. She would fit the Anger perfectly. Right. Pride. Greed. Wrath. Envy. Lust. Gluttony.

The headless body fell down and Cade quickly covered it with the robe Magnus was wearing, not wanting Layla to see it. A few distance away, a woman stood in the cover of the bushes. She had the physical appearance of a human but her eyes falsified it. Her eyes were a sickly red colour and when Riven ripped off Magnus' head, she grinned evilly, her forked tongue slithering out of her mouth. She was Beelzebub, the sin of gluttony;one of the seven deadly sins.

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all

As he traversed the forgotten paths between worlds, his thoughts turned ever toward the sisters who had cast him out. At last, the Eighth's opportunity arrived. He cornered Lyssa in the shadows of her own sanctuary. His plea twisted logic, if she would only embrace him, surely the others would follow. Her refusal ignited his rage. What followed was violation of both spirit and flesh, a desecration that left her collapsed upon cold stone. Hours later, her sisters discovered what remained of her dignity, shattered like temple offerings upon an abandoned altar. The Eighth had fled like a coward, not to be seen or heard of for a thousand years.

“You said that to piss me off, didn’t you?” “I want your attention. I demand it. So yeah. What do you have to say about that? What if I am falling in love with you? What will you do?” “Then I will get that love out of your system because it shouldn’t be happening. Not to the future luna of our pack. Demons don’t fall in love, darling. It’s either lust or…” I let her go and looked at Xanthea through the monitor “…greed. In the mortal world, love might not be one of the seven deadly sins, but in this hell, it’s the only sin. The only curse that can kill. The only disease that has no cure. So, don’t let it infect you.”

Instead, I felt like prey on the altar. High Priest Nikolai stood above me, tall and merciless in his black robes trimmed with silver. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and those piercing eyes pinned me in place. Behind him, the inner circle watched in heavy silence — Brothers Elias, Thorne, and Caius. The men who had whispered promises of belonging when they found me lost and searching. “Vivienne,” Nikolai said, his voice low and rough, carrying through the ancient chamber like smoke. “You came seeking truth. Tonight the goddess will take everything from you… through us.”

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

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.”