8th Deadly Sin Novels & Stories

The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again. "Boss, you'll have to trust me." The man who was kneeling in front of the throne-like chair cried miserably. But no one pitied him. He had chosen the path of his own destruction and they could do nothing about it. "Trust..." The man let out a chuckle all of a sudden and stood up, forcing the kneeling man to scoot further away from him in fear. "I do not trust anyone in this world, Marco. Anyone but my brother and you..." His smile slipped all of a sudden and as he glowered at the kneeling man while resembling nothing less than the Asura from hell. He took slow, a

If you choose good,the way of life will be hard ,there will be many huddles that you have to overcome but every good deed has its fruit ,but never do anything to achieve something in return,do it because you want to. Choosing bad is an easier way of life ,which people think.To them it is a shortcut,fast money, power and fame but they forget there is no shortcut in life . Every pride hath its fall and every king can be a beggar on that day. Nothing stays permanently.You never know what your future holds but you can improve it by your present feed . Years went by and the magic user started worshiping Goddess Selene as their mother.The witches and warlocks who decided to stay evil still worship

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

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?

“What if I teach you how to sin? I can… I’m very willing to.” “Mother Roselyn… she’ll—” He grinned in an almost sinful way. “No one will ever find out. That is, unless you tell them yourself.” I tried to speak but he cut me off. “Trust me when I say, you make a man want to sin all day long.” “I-I don't… I will never do that,” I manage to mutter. Luciano pushed himself more into me, his hard cock prodding my thigh. I gasped, parting my legs a little bit. “Angel, if sin had a face… it'll most definitely look like you.”

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, causing Demir to fall into a hushed silence as he watched him. “Someday, I will grant you the privilege of meeting my death angel,” he smirked. “Sebastian, we are in a priesthood. Cross me, and I’ll search every corner to ensure your complete ruin.” Demir looked him dead in the eyes. “Teaching me morality, huh? How would you treat the daughter of the man who killed your father, mother, and brothers? He wanders freely while I grieve every night. You can’t understand, and honestly, I have no expectations from you.”

They were career thugs, men whose knuckles were permanently swollen and whose eyes were vacant pits of practiced cruelty. But today, they were trembling. "We… we didn’t miss, Boss," the man on the left stammered. His nose was a pulpy, purple mess—a parting gift from Han Min-jae’s elbow. "We hit him deep; I saw the steel go in, and he was leaking everywhere. Nobody survives a gut-stab like that—at least not for too long. He’s a dead man walking." "Dead men don't drive motorcycles into the night," Seok-jin whispered.

He didn’t want to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Not when he could still feel the same fire in her kiss. Not when this moment felt so much like love. Love, just like before. He kissed her back... fiercely... and laid her down on the bed. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the mattress beneath her. She tried, with all her strength, to ignore the truth. That this was a sin. That she was about to sleep with a married man. That after this, she’d never be able to face herself again.

The man who also wanted her dead. "What if I told you that I know the truth?" Isaac's voice was a hiss now. "What if I told you that I know Arthur Blackthorne killed your mother?" I felt the air leave my lungs. What was he saying? "He’s just using you," Isaac continued. "I want you to stay close to him. I want you to find his weak spots. And then, I want you to tear his empire down from the inside. Do it for her. Do it for your mother."