Boar Hat Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

Genad had already placed on the anti-device, and although he had turned into an angel, the darkness within him as a demon still ran loose, and with a place filled with holiness like the heavens he would probably be scorched the moment he entered. Just as expected, at their entrance they were screened by the seven beastly statues that represented the seven deadly sins. Due to the immense hate within his heart, Genad would have been found guilty of the sin of rage but because of the device, 60% of the scrutiny was passed, and for the remaining 40% he passed by tucking his hate deep within his heart.

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.

Charlie retorted coldly, “Spencer Fox, you have committed at least five deadly sins! Arrogance is only one of them. Do you know what the other four are?” Spencer said in a terrified manner, “Mr. Wade, I am an honest and practical person who does my duty in a down-to-earth manner. It is true that I am arrogant because of my high position, but how can there be seven deadly sins to speak of...?” Charlie said coldly, “You think too highly of yourself, and you look down on everyone else. This is arrogance!” Spencer hurriedly nodded repeatedly as he said, “Yes, yes... Mr. Wade, you’re right!”

Arthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness.

A barrel was pointing right at my back. Dante went deathly still. Luca’s next words landed like ice. “They weren’t shooting at us tonight.” He looked straight at me. “They were aiming for her.” The room tilted. My pulse roared in my ears. Dante held my hand, his hands were hard, possessive, and shaking just enough to show how furious he was trying not to be. And somewhere in the distance, the first faint rumble of thunder was heard rolling across the perfect Maldives sky.

Maybe I was too nice. “You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked, fingers still furiously pumping into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop. “Yes,” I breathed, my legs starting to shake in pleasure. “Say my name.” “I can’t,” I whispered. I had never spoken it a day in my life. Saying his name was forbidden in my pack. People were punished for it … because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha’s name would summon him.

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

I waved back at him and then signaled him to stay where he is because first I need to get Ethan’s soul and then only I would be able to kill Gael. I turned and then walked to the mirror, I made a gesture with my hand that released power, and eventually, it opened. I looked at those bottles carefully, there were many and I was looking for one specific bottle. I tried to remember the words that Ethan had said to me in the basement. “THE DEVIL HAS CAPTURED MULTIPLE SOULS IN MANY OF THE SAME BOTTLES BUT HE KEEPS A MARK ON EACH SOUL.” The light popped up in my mind, “The mark…” and then I started looking for a black mark on the bottles. After looking for a while carefully, finally I found one.

My throat went dry as I asked, "What does it want to do?" Gus pointed at the cave entrance. "Look at that constantly flickering red light. The beast has injected its poison into its core. It aims to harness its remaining power to shatter the core into powder, utilizing the forest's toxic mist to refine it into red clouds that ascend into the sky, only to fall as rain. "The entire village will be thoroughly saturated with the enchantment. All the villagers will die from uncontrolled lust, turning into blood that seeps into the soil. This will become nourishment for the Temptress to prepare for its next reincarnation."