Mortal Sins Novels & Stories

Salden, his aide said to him. Kalta stared at his aide and without a word spun around and headed for the hall. "We hail thee, the end of all beginnings." The Death Angels all said in reverence as Kalta walked to take his seat. "Our kingdom, our realm, and our legacy is at war. However, this is not a war against another kingdom or realm, this is a war against an abomination that was committed by our former and weak Lord Adonis. He fell in love and had a child with a woman. The presence of this child had brought in a greater threat into our Kingdom, the Espino."

The mortal world did not feel it, not truly. To human eyes, the night was ordinary, the moon a pale guardian over cities and forests. But beneath that calm shimmered the new pulse of divinity. The merge had altered everything. The Seven Sins had scattered, taking vessels among mortals, and the pairs chosen by the gods moved to seek them out.

If he could control it, I would call it a talent. "We talked about this last night. You need to stop overthinking things. Here, in the immortal lands, people go by their first thoughts, and although most of the time it doesn't end well, it's how we live. And to make things even better, we don't regret anything," Sinful explains in my ear. Placing my hands on his chest, I think about that. "Even if it's with a boring mortal?" "Don't say that," Sinful instantly scolds. Grabbing my shoulders, he gently pushes me down onto the bed. He leans over me, misty eyes darkening as if the sun slipped behind those clouds. "I could name a million immortals who would die for your time."

Elena needs to be born in a place of mortals, away from immortals, away from Wysteria. "Forgive me your majesty for what I'm going to do, but even if you're destined for her, you can't protect her from something that wants to kill Elena," Sicario whispered words he wanted to convey to the king of Valeria. His oration also began. The surroundings are lighting up and his power will start to come out. He performs one of the forbidden rituals, turning an immortal temporarily mortal. It can remove the smell of an immortal while living as a mortal on the surface world. He will stay away from the demons who are chasing the immortals who have no opponents.

Tsk, I knew it—it was all their plan! Closing my eyes tightly, my face remained on her chest, and my nose sniffed her scent. I wanted to think straight, but there was something dark lurking inside my head, and it was silently commanding me to commit a mortal sin. I felt like I would go crazy if I would not follow it.

It was only a miracle that I was still alive. "Don't you dare lie to me. You are nothing but a sinner!" That statement got me very angry. Despite the heavy migraine I felt, I still managed to speak because the anger I felt was too much to be contained. "You have no right to call me a sinner. If I am a sinner, then you are also a sinner! You are wicked and heartless and you are most definitely not a Christian" I screamed in his face. With the way he stepped a few paces back, it was obvious my words touched him. It made him very angry. I could see it in his eyes. Anytime I told him anything concerning being a sinner, he got out of control.

He was a smart one. “No one was smart enough to ask that one before. Always think I’m here to just be a slave. I get to drag you to hell when you die.” Well that was a fine how do you do in his opinion. “You take the sin of murder on your soul, a willing murder. No matter if they deserved it. You agree to damn your soul to choose to cut another’s life short with me.” She studied him, he cursed in elvish. “If I don’t pick someone?”

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.

I need as much out of him as I can possibly get. “You see, you’re one of us,” he tells me. My eyes widen. “Perhaps not on the same tier of immortality as Fate, or me, for example. But you are part of the Seven Virtues.” Not many people know of the Seven Sins or the Seven Virtues. They keep to themselves, but their existence is the reason why mortals are the way they are. There names are something I’m not familiar with, which I am grateful for. The Sins, at least, are the most frightful of the few. The Virtues, I don’t mind so much.

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.