Merlin 7 Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

Taliesin sent the message off with a heavy heart. While his judgment was sound and he knew he wasn’t wrong, the likelihood that it would all go to plan was slim. Curses laid by the dying or the dead were harder to get rid of than living curses and he was not an expert in such dark magics. He had no affinity for creating or breaking them. His late brother and twin, Merlin, had no such limitations, but he had gone into Eternal Repose after his wife, Viviane, had been killed in the war against Morrigan.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

“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

My head couldn't make any sense. "H-How? No, no, no. He isn't dead. No, he is not. Oh, no!" I fell into denial hysteria. Nikola cracked his neck as he rolled his eyes over, "Well, it's done. And If you still can't believe it then let me make it easy for you..." The intensity of his eyes ripped through my heart, "Blueberry, hear me out, I could, I can and I will kill every person that will try to come between three of us even it it means to kill your soul. You are chosen for it. Nothing can stop me, the proof’s right behind me,” He pointed out his thumb. My eyes glanced behind him, the two left bodyguards signalled me to stay quiet and keep him engaged as they picked up the fireplace's spade.

My voice filled the throne room, echoing through the empty wall back to me as I laid lazily on the throne. My throne. "So when does the plan commends?" I felt the darkness in me switch and the smell of the seven deadly sin fill every edge of the room. Wrath Lust Pride Envy Greed Sloth Gluttony "Erasmus" At the mention of his name, he appeared like fog, looking like the darkness and wearing his crooked smile. As always his two partners flock his side. The lord of the seven deadly sins and his demoness, he takes no pleasure other than his kind.

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.”

Ahead, through the trees, I saw a faint glow—a fire, burning low and lonely in the dark. And there he was. Adam Valerian, standing by the fire, his back turned to me. He looked different, dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothing, his posture rigid and tense. The air around him felt heavy with age like he was a part of the forest itself, something ancient and eternal. “Tarini,” he whispered, without turning. The sound of my name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine. It was a voice I’d never heard before, yet it was achingly familiar, filled with longing, like he’d waited lifetimes to say it.

The night prior had seen me tossing and turning, a turbulent sea of thoughts churning within me as I contemplated the impending encounter with Antonio, my betrothed. Antonio Luca, a name that carried with it an aura of dread and an air of mystique. Over the months leading up to this juncture, I had delved into the depths of research concerning this enigmatic figure. My findings, culled from various sources including newspapers, painted a haunting portrait of a man rumored to have single-handedly taken the lives of fifteen individuals, earning him the chilling moniker "The Death Angel of Doom." Though official channels may have debunked these claims, my intuition whispered a truth that refuse