Howzer Sister Seven Deadly Sins 소설 & 이야기

His red hair makes him look more daring than usual. I look down at my shoulder when he touches it, before looking back at his tall, slender figure. As his name implies, he is the personification of the third of the seven deadly sins. Lust. He is as dangerous as that. We have been fated to be siblings along with the other personifications of the seven deadly sins. With me as the eldest. This is a secret. No one in the Alkhemi knows about the seven deadly sins living amongst us. And it should be kept that way for peace to continue.

The woman in question was his sister after all and someone who had killed thousands of werewolves just to eat their hearts. None of them honestly cared if she lived or died. The three true Alphas whose loyalties only lied with the pack entrusted into their care gave way to Hezell. Nebra stared at Hazel with a blank look on her face before she exhaled and also shifted away from her. Hezell's eyes glimmered in excitement as he raised his right hand towards his sister. It was at that moment that Sarah jumped to Hazel's front, shielding her from his view.

The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.

If he had not met the angel. *** "My lord." A group of female spirits entered the hall. Where Lucifer settled in an old castle. Deep in an isolated forest. They were known as the seven sisters of the underworld. They possess the power to lure people to feel all that is negative. And in the end, devour them in the midst of darkness. One can never escape them as they were made to destroy the humanity that God created. "How is it going with our plans?" Lucifer asked but never looked back. "We have found the perfect candidate. To create a wedge between Muriel and your son."

Shell casings rain onto concrete. Number Seven moves.Not running. Not dodging. She's just suddenly somewhere else. The bullets hit empty air where she stood a millisecond before. She appears on a catwalk twenty feet above us. "You're too slow. All of you. Even you, Zara." She looks at my sister. "The great terrorist. The enhanced legend. You're old. Outdated. First generation." Zara fires. The bullet passes through where Number Seven's head was. She's already moved again.

His voice vibrated against my skin, low and laced with a murderous intent that made the air in the grand dining hall grow instantly thin. Over his broad, towering shoulder, Victoria stood like an elegant statue of execution. Her eyes were unblinking, her fingers still poised near her throat in that silent promise. Her brother and sister sat perfectly still, their faces clear of any guilt, waiting for me to pull the pin on the grenade.

Justin pointed at Anna and yelled, "You spendthrift. It turns out you're broke now, but you're still pretending to have money. I don't care that you're always spending your sister's money, but you can't spend mine!" Our relatives present were shocked to hear Justin's remark. "So what Deena said was true, those photos weren't photoshopped." "Jeez, treat us if you can afford it; if you can't, don't. I've never seen anyone use their sister's money to treat others." Anna sat on the ground, her face flushed. Justin ignored all of that, yelling at our relatives, "Give me back my money! Nobody's leaving until you pay me back!" These relatives only ever spent other people's money; getting them to pa

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

“They went to his car. I watched through the window. He had her bent over the seat in under five minutes. She was crying a little but she didn’t stop him. He was fucking his aclaimed sister to my greatest surprise.” The room felt smaller. The vanilla candle suddenly smelled sickening. I could see it—Kova’s stupid smirk, that lazy confidence, the way he’d tilt his head like the whole world was a joke. My chest burned. He’d told me he’d never been with anyone serious. Said I was different. Said he wanted to take it slow because I mattered.

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?"