Howzer Sister Seven Deadly Sins Mga Nobela at Kwento

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"

"Eliza, I went to Tenezia specifically to get a blessed pendant for you as protection. It's worth several hundred thousand dollars, and I got two, one for each of us." I jerked awake when I heard the familiar voice. When my younger sister, Denise, placed the pendant in my hand, I realized I had been reborn. I immediately touched my belly, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

King of Poison suddenly coughed and said. "Hmm?" As soon as he said that, the faces of Zephyr Khan and the others changed slightly and their minds moved. Soon, a line of figures appeared in their sight on the warship's screen. There were only seven of them, but their auras were extraordinary, especially the leader, who looked like a wolf or a tiger. His aura was even more violent and fierce. These seven people were none other than the Seven Killings of Blood who had wanted to get this ship.

"Who are you? Who was your sister?" The woman grabbed my chin and forced me to look into her eyes. "My name is Zara, and my sister was Esmeralda. The one who casted the spell on you and you forgot everything! But you had to come back. Huh? And she was brutally killed by your mate. What did you think that your sin will be forgotten? "

I’ve had it. I draw the dagger back from the shadows and start to play with it in my hands while keeping my eyes on his face. I’m pretty sure that he got my silent message because he finally started to talk seriously again. “The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.”

Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments. Her second sister, and the most dangerous of them all was Isolde. Peter recognized her, because Seraphina had told him that she wore jewellery made out of mirror, and each tiny mirror encapsulated a soul of the victim who has once been her prey. She was a seductress of darkness. She was almost as beautiful as Seraphina herself. Her porcelain skin was almost similar in color to her snowy white hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of milk. But Peter knew that her beauty was mere a part of her a sinister intent, for Isolde was a mistres

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

I gripped the wall, gasping as images flooded my mind. A small girl with bright red hair, crying in a dark corner. Me, barely five years old, standing in front of her. Protecting her. "Don't worry, Sienna. I won't let them hurt you." Her tiny hand in mine, similar birthmarks on our wrists. I slammed my fist against the floor, cracking it. These visions had been getting louder, more frequent. Sienna. My sister. The Ruby Wolf the Syndicate wanted dead. The sister I was meant to kill.

"The kind you'd never dare look in the eye." Miriam gave her a shove, scandalized. "Stop saying such things! You'll curse us all." But the damage was done. The image hung there, vivid, forbidden, and Seraphine hated that she could see it so clearly in her mind—a man cloaked not in rags or robes, but in something heavier. A presence that didn't beg for mercy, but demanded silence. That night, after Compline, the sisters retired to their dormitory. The long chamber was filled with rows of narrow beds, each draped with thin linen sheets. The room buzzed softly with whispered voices, though silence was expected.

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.”