Elizabeth Seven Deadly Sins Age Novels & Stories

Elizabeth yelled at her mother and the entire crowd gasped. "Do you think you have an option here?" The Queen asked with a devilish grin on her face. "I would rather die than help you. Just because your blood flows in my veins, it doesn't mean you have me as your property. Like it or not, but that day isn't far when your downfall will lead to the destruction of your cult's existence. O have been buried under these caves for more than a century and I won't hesitate to become an ash to stop this nonsense." Elizabeth was determined and refused to use her powers according to the Queen.

“Drey!” Belinda called with a gentle tone. Though she had taken good care of herself, her age was showing. At seventy years old, no matter how well one had upkeep themselves, they could not escape the signs of aging. She had a pained expression on her face as she spoke, “Drey, do you still believe those rumors? Do you think I’m responsible for your parents’ death?

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

I cut her off. "What about everyone else? Are hundreds of innocent lives worth it? Elizabeth, they can't take your powers away. You're still young, you can get out of this now." I grab onto her shoulders. "So are you. Samantha, you're seventeen, I'm thirteen. We are both kids. But our world forced us to grow up and make tough decisions. I fear that I have made the wrong ones." She admits to her wrong doings.

I muttered to myself, covering my heart. "Something must have gone wrong with the prophecy. Or maybe, after I left, another girl showed up and kissed Caleb. Yeah, that must be it. That would make sense." I took a few deep breaths and finally composed myself. No one would care about me as long as I did not actively tell the public that I had been to High Altar. **Caleb's POV** * "Elizabeth is my friend. She is eighteen years old. She was burned by fire in an accident. I brought her back for healing physically and mentally." Carolina said.

Again and again and again and again and— She presses her fingers to her sternum. Breathes. The candle gutters as a draft moves through the room. The flame holds. She is seventeen years old. She lives inside the most hidden territory on the continent, protected by the most ancient bloodline in the known world, surrounded by women who have devoted their lives to preserving hers. She has never been to war. She has never been in danger. She has, by every material measure available to her, been perfectly safe since the moment she was born.

“Think of it as Karma, now you will pay for you crimes, I am going to lock you away to starve for the rest of your life, oh wait you are immortal so that’s forever right.” “You can’t, they will find me, my father will find me.” “I don’t think he will find you in the bottom of the Mariana Trench” Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide, but then a smirk formed on her lips “The only thing you accomplished today was winning a single battle in a war you can’t win.” Then she pushed her body forward driving the stake into her own heart. Her body turned a bluish gray almost instantly and started to shrivel she already looked like a mummy that dies hundreds of years ago. I stepped back in shock releasing the sta

Suffocating. Veronica closed her eyes. Thirty-nine days since her forty-first birthday. She hadn’t celebrated. There had been a small cake, yes—vanilla with too much icing, the way her mother liked it—and a card signed by both parents in careful, matching handwriting. But no party. No friends calling to toast her. The few people she’d once called close had drifted away during the divorce, choosing sides or simply choosing silence.

We collapsed together, whispering promises of protection and eternal sin. —--------- The new heir, a 24-year-old woman named Celeste, demanded a meeting in the city. She had stunning, dark hair, curves like Elena’s, and the same hungry eyes. The "discussion" in the penthouse suite turned sexual within minutes. Elena orchestrated it, kissing Celeste passionately while I watched.

Anaj winked at the princess who was giggling. " I hope we will not be caught, Anaj, or the Queen will have our head on a plate." Elizabeth pushed the blankets off her legs before she got herself out of the bed. "That is scary." Anaj laughed while throwing the red dress on the bed. Anaj continued,"Ah, no, red can flinch heads. Let's use hues that are not too... eye-catching. " Her thoughts are now flooded with the possible colors to use without getting caught. "I think I'm going to use red." Elizabeth flinched at Anaj who looked at her with playful gazes. She said," If I were to rebel once, then I must savor the moment."