Mortal Sins Novels & Stories

But the world she tried so desperately to ignore had finally reached out and dragged her into its jaws. The underground ballroom beneath the ruined opera house thrummed with dark elegance. Massive chandeliers dripped crystals like frozen tears over tables draped in black velvet. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey, expensive cigars, and the metallic tang of barely concealed violence. This was the Syndicate Auction — an annual gathering where the criminal elite settled scores, forged alliances, and traded lives as casually as stocks. Politicians, mob bosses, arms dealers, and tech overlords mingled here under a fragile truce. One wrong word could spark a war. One high bid could c

“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

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

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."

I wish Val was alive, at least we'd have been together, secluded together. The life I lived was a lonely one. It's not like I even had a choice. Ofcourse I had friends but they only knew Lana Michaels, the goofy,crazy Lana Micheals with a perfect life. They didn't know Lana Morelli, the one who had killed and stolen for survival, the black sheep of her family who was harbouring intense bitterness and anger toward them. Lana Morelli who hated that her life was pathetic, the daughter of a monster. Lana Morelli who had a tainted soul and the one who was going to kill her father.

I sighed. Different from what history says, Sins in the present are dangerous. Years of hiding made some of us loose it and just blow up into pure anger and lust for power. A lot of Sins used their abilities to steal, hurt the weak, and kill. Though a great number wants to live in peace, ones that have immoral beliefs and dark views in life still exist. If only the King didn’t die, maybe there’s still order among us. Maybe we won’t have to hide and live in fear of being captured. ..

King Mortas Brinx was an evil, demented man who ran his kingdom with cruelty and disdain. Born from an angel and a powerful demon, he was too pure to reside in hell and to evil to remain in heaven. He was cast to earth and fought his way to his current position by killing the previous ruler and its descendants. Mortas was a fit creature with muscled flesh, short blonde wispy hair and a tail that pointed to an arrow shape at the end. He had a protruding black horn on his right forehead and on the same side his eye was blood red, the pupil like that of a goat's. He wore a black silk patch to cover the strange looking eye, his other eye was a bright green and a gift from his angel lineage. He w

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***