Derieri Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

He understood the thought before he even got formed. "The sin of Ira feels the magic of chaos in your friend's blood," said my archangel, "His intention is nothing but the taste of seeing anger taking possession of an archangel." "We will need Octavius to come and help us," I said out loud, although I thanked Miguel mentally for the information. All Zylah didn't need was a demon and an archangel fighting for her. Tennebris arched an eyebrow to indicate that he was listening; he didn't want to stop staring at Kleyphon. I turned to Miguel." All capital sins must be on earth until the end of the seven days. I believe Hyenna has to be next, since the second trumpet means a problem in the seas.

Tom did not take the accusation lightly, his hands clenched under Suzanne’s. The vampire proceeded to explain, “All the seven deadly sins that humanity is guilty of; lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride have somehow created a splinter to the gates of hell. The black mist is but the beginning.” “Technically, you are a part that damnation,” Tom retaliated. The vampire covered his mouth in mock surprise, “Touche…but like I said before, my kind and I played no part in this. Look, I am here to offer my aid. I am not your enemy.”

He paused, then added with a sly smile, “You know the saying—happy wife, happy home. Who knows what a little influence from the wife could change?” “What do you want from me, Kelvin?” Noah demanded again, jaw clenched tight. “I want you to stay off the business. I’m the rightful heir. Find a way to step down. Make a mistake big enough…” Kelvin leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper, “and blame it on your incompetence. Stepping on what’s mine is dangerous, Noah. Trust me, I’ll do anything to take you out of that position.” The threat hung between them like poison. Noah sniffled, fighting the sob rising in his throat. “You monster…”

A black silhouette that stood in stark contrast to the six white wings enveloping her body. The Goddess of Death—Seraphim. “You were supposed to come see me,” she continued.

Often very attractive with yellow eyes but need to be constantly on the go, kind of like puppies. Then there’s vampires. Pale, elegant, weirdly posh, intelligent, bloodsuckers. And who can forget high elves? Tall, beautiful, clear eyes, long lives, connections to nature, natural leaders. Self important bastards to be honest. Like most fairies, I’m on the short side with pointed ears and colourful hair. Mine’s purple actually. But otherwise, I look like my older brother, Russell, and my mother. Slender, pale, grey eyes. Russell’s just me with dark hair and a growth spurt. Normals don’t really have a “look” but if you look at my dad, a middle aged balding white man, you’d say he’s normal looki

“You think I trust you, Irving. I know you’ll make it hurt. Men like you aren’t honorable. But I’m not worried. Eventually, Argent and the others will figure out what you’ve done and clean the house.” Irving snorts. “Do you really think so? I’ve been operating under Argent’s nose for nearly two years, and he has yet to catch me. Hell, most of the directors have been unable to figure it out. Ares and Hades know nothing. Even those morons from the European and Asian divisions, Atlas, Kronos, Osiris, Sheva, Yen Lo Wang. Our southern members, from Mexico and Dionysus from New Orleans, are utterly clueless. All fools with foolish ideals will end them soon. Which, I can be honest, makes me feel a

His dark aura pulsed like a black sun, casting an eerie glow across the tomb. Around him, the spirits of the seven deadly sins—Pride, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Lust—gathered in eerie harmony. They spoke in hushed tones, plotting their next move. They were powerful beings, ancient and destructive, planning to break the barrier that kept them from entering the world of the living, from entering the Christ—the realm they could dominate. "Time is running out," Nihil's voice echoed through the tomb, chilling and commanding. "We must act swiftly. Once we break the seal, we can bring this world to its knees."

Envy. Spiders that formed from the darkest corners of the mind crawled into cool fingertips, to skitter beneath the tightly drawn flesh, rough and scarred from a world too cruel. A gleam danced in a pair of eyes that had become shaded with repressed emotions, dangerous and boiling. A kettle on the stove, steam rising to curl against the ceiling above, drowning the body in waves of angry heat.