Kissmanga Seven Deadly Sins の小説・ストーリー

Knox felt the brutal severance of the blood bonds he shared with Killan and Seven as they breathed their last. Seven had lasted only moments longer before succumbing to his grievous wounds. His once-magnificent wings were little more than tattered ribbons as life fled from his ruined form. Several of the creatures lashed out with barbed tails and ripped through his chest in an explosive spray of blood. He cried out a hoarse, gurgling sound of agony, before slumping lifelessly to the ground. Knox felt each loss in his bones. The severing of those ancient bonds left gaping wounds in his very soul.

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

There were some that even proclaimed; how weak the seven were that they choose to rule hand in hand, if it where them they would have ruled the underworld alone and unchallenged. But the funny part was that many of those hot blooded talents didn't even manage to live long as just as they shine for a moment they were either openly killed or assassinated by the veterans mafias that experienced the era of the seven sins as they are still fearful and making sure that another such era never appear again. They don't dare confront the seven brothers but it does not mean they can't take care of weaker threats before they could grow.

Kim's head flew back before she flopped to the side. My eyes slammed shut as I shook my head. I couldn't cry. Not now. I would cry later. Kim was dead. One down. One to go. I had to finish this. Tanya was still staring up at the sky when I aimed at her forehead. Just before I pulled the trigger, Tanya's deep blue eyes shot to mine. It didn't stop me. I was glad Tanya looked at me. She deserved to see her executioner. I pulled the trigger.

Rose demanded. “They took her into surgery to stop the bleeding.” Dad said. “There’s a girl… she’s a junior doctor, I don’t think she’s a surgeon so she might be around here.” “Are you the girl?” Alice called to a pretty girl with dark skin and large red glasses. She had sea blue hair and tattoos resembling vines wrapped around her arms. A mage. A healing mage. Nice choice. I think I’d have gone for healing if I had the choice. “What girl?” The mage-doctor asked. “I’m Doctor McMillian. Err, Lucy.”

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

If he was going to kill me, I would strike first. I marched into his master suite. The room was dark. He was asleep, his massive frame sprawled across the bed. The tattoos on his right arm seemed to swim in the shadows, ink turned to scales. He looked older than Damien, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, but there was a raw, timeless power in his face that made age irrelevant.