Howzer Sister Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

If combined, they are more powerful than Demon Lord Samael. Demonise summoned her death scythe while Val, Damona, Xandra, and Willow also summoned their weapons. Val’s weapon is an anti-demon gun, Damona’s weapon is a cursed double sword. Xandra’s weapons are daggers, and Willow summoned her crossbow and arrow. The five sisters wore their serious expressions and said in unison with full determination, “Fight mode on!” Using their infinity power combined with their weapons, the sisters chant a spell to lock the ten demon generals and the three brothers inside the ‘infinity prison cube’ before the flying creatures reach the ground. They couldn’t get out unless the sisters freed them.

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."

Their exquisite faces held no reactions whatsoever as they quietly sized Ambrose and Eira up. Those four beautiful women were the four Blood Shark Pirates Elders—nicknamed the Blood Sherlock Four Sisters. They might look beautiful, but each one of them was a vicious murderer. They could sense Ambrose and Eira were cultivators as well and that their powers were not weak either. However, they were not anxious. Smack! In the next second, the Blood Sherlock Four Sisters said nothing but communicated with their eyes and suddenly attacked at the same time to grab hold of Ambrose and Eira’s hand. The siblings could not react in time.

“And yet I am the evil one” “Damn right you are,” I said with gritted teeth. “You have caused Lindsay so much pain” “And I presume you can make her happy?” he scoffed. “You can’t even make yourself happy” “You don’t know anything about me” “And yet I am your brother?” “you stopped being my brother when you fucking killed Ana” I exhaled sharply. “people like you are meant to rot in hell” “And it is the opposite for you?” he snickered.

And Aiden looked at me in bewilderment, as if he hadn't noticed how lousy I look today. “Slight malaise,” I slurred, “no need to worry. Better tell us the latest news. Did you find out who was behind all this? We're still looking into it, but there aren't many options. The main version is apostates. I swallowed obscene words along with another spoonful of soup. The Resistance very skillfully framed the Sisters. “So, someone saw the distraught dark ones?” I asked a logical, from my point of view, question.

When his head snapped back up, he trembled, his bones trying to break free from his flesh. My eyes broke free from the sight when Aleskander came closer. “Want to spend all night staring at Viktor?” he asked, his voice cool and neutral. There was no hint of rage in them. Just plain ol’ Aleskander. I didn't answer him. Instead, my mind did a recap on the file containing the Seven Deadly Sins. Then my mouth widened, realization settling in. “He's Viktor Von Stein? The Sin of Gluttony?” I murmured under my breath.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

She went on, darting over to her sister as she reached for her hand but then her hand passed through hers. She instinctively froze in her spot – slowly allowing her gaze to travel from their hands to her sister's face as a flush of shock swept across her face. “Wh–what happened to you? ” She stuttered with a shaky voice as the cold freeze of anxiety rasped through her. “Your...” She mumbled but then, Phidelia ’s voice snapped in. “I’m dead Phidel” She blunted, trying to hold back her emotions as much as she could while she watched her sister struggle with the piece of information.

The revelation that Elara, Cole's presumed-dead sister, stood before him, radiating the same chilling malevolence as Seraphina, struck him with the force of a physical blow. The world seemed to tilt, the ground unsteady beneath his feet. He had mourned her loss for years, carrying the weight of her absence like a leaden shroud. Now, she was back, not as the loving sister he remembered, but as a weapon wielded by the very darkness he was fighting against.

I hated killing kids even if they were already dead, but I was the leader, so I always took on the hardest shit. I crawled faster as the zombies sniffed the air, zeroing in on us. "I got the kid." "I got the preacher lady," Matt said. "I'll take the waitress," Derek said. Once we made it behind the hill, all of us stood with our knives in hand. It was no fuss no muss when we killed a small group. It was simple as long as the numbers were low. Matt expertly threw his knife, stabbing his zombie directly through the eye. She fell to her knees, flopping to the side.