Bartra Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

He seemed to be a kind of powerhouse whose whims were capable of shaping the very fabric of reality. Opposite him sat a figure with horns protruding from his brow. His hair was disheveled, while his face was pale. An aura of morbidity enveloped him, with wails of torment and echoes of sins past surrounding him. The cries were filled with suffering, murder, sin, bad luck, and other untoward disasters. Embodiments of greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and suspicion were present too. Five different poisons coiled around him like a black chain of order, imparting those spirits in hell with the seven deadly sins.

“Retirement doesn’t pay well.” Lust appeared beside him, hair aflame in the storm light, eyes glowing pink with fury and affection alike. “Let’s make sure no one touches that tree or them.” Together, the two sins stepped into the storm, their powers intertwining in a dazzling wave of scarlet and gold. Desire and Avarice ---Greed and Lust reunited in war. And somewhere above the chaos, Lucifer’s crimson gaze flicked down for just a second, recognizing the flare of familiar sin. A faint, grim smile ghosted across his lips. “The Seven rise again,” he murmured.

Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

“The way those boys die.” “Business?” the woman whispered. “Or a woman?” “Does it matter?” A dry chuckle. “A Maretti corpse is still a Maretti message.” Sasha’s fingers tightened around the curve of stone. The Marettis. Her father’s favorite sermon topic. Their sins cataloged over Sunday sauce, their treachery set like bone in every story he told about the early days. She knew their names the way she knew the rosary: bead by bead, grudge by grudge.

"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.

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."

You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. [ 2. There will always be seven participants. When one perishes, another shall take their place. ] [ 3. There are seven trials, each one representing a Sin. Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, and Pride. Each Trial lasts one month in the realm that embodies it. ] [ 4. The goal is simple: Survive. There is no timer, no task, only survival. Yet the world itself will test the nature of your soul. ]

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.

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to