Romans & histoires Kissmanga Seven Deadly Sins

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.

The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again. "Boss, you'll have to trust me." The man who was kneeling in front of the throne-like chair cried miserably. But no one pitied him. He had chosen the path of his own destruction and they could do nothing about it. "Trust..." The man let out a chuckle all of a sudden and stood up, forcing the kneeling man to scoot further away from him in fear. "I do not trust anyone in this world, Marco. Anyone but my brother and you..." His smile slipped all of a sudden and as he glowered at the kneeling man while resembling nothing less than the Asura from hell. He took slow, a

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

"The two biggest women... They are possessed, Arianna. They recognized both of us. Your guardian put us here to take them back.” "We can't kill them," I murmured nervously. "We're going to be real prisoners if we do that.” "I thought of the same thing," she said darkly. "But you don't know the worst part. Each demon has a kind of aura that identifies him. We, the seven deadly sins, have a shining aura, indicating that we belong to royalty. They, in addition to having already realized that they are possessed by fallen angels and not just smaller demons, have an aura in shades of red, an aura made of pure lust.”

"Belinda, you slandered Luna and caused her tragic death. Do you understand your crime?" Belinda begged for mercy, her throat hoarse from all the shouting. She slowly realized that her words were futile. No argument, no plea, could sway Connor from his course—he would kill her. At that thought, she stopped resisting. Looking at the cold, heartless Alpha before her, her lips curled into something bitter, something hollow. She laughed. "You think blaming everything on me will fix things? You think killing me will wash away your sins? "It won't work, Connor. You know that better than anyone. The one who truly killed Clara… was you!"

I pulled back just slightly, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “Beg me.” She shivered at my words, her chest rising and falling as she looked into my eyes. “Please,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Please what?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it. “Please... fuck me,” she finally mumbled, her hands trailing over my chest, her gaze locked with mine. Without hesitation, we shifted positions, now taking over as she climbed onto my lap. Now straddling me, Scarlett radiated power and sensuality. My hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as our lips met again in a heated kiss.

My body bore their permanent marks with pride, my heart full of a dark, all-consuming love. The scholar who had once hidden in dusty ruins had risen as the Queen of Eternal Flames. The Abyss was ours to rule, the mortal realms protected, and our future bright with the promise of heirs and endless nights of sin. The summoning ritual had been the spark. Our eternal reign of shadows, power, and rapture would burn through the ages, a legend whispered in both worlds. In their arms, every night promised new depths of pleasure, new heights of dominance, and an unbreakable bond that transcended time itself. I had embraced the sin, and in return, it had crowned me queen.

Serafina hurriedly pulled down her sleeve, but the burning sensation only grew stronger. Elsewhere, specifically in the Shadow Fang territory. Kieran stood right in front of a large window. A man in a black robe knelt before him. “My Lord. Subject Seven’s seal is beginning to weaken.” Kieran smiled faintly. “I suspected as much.” “Then shall we move on to the next stage, My Lord?”