Mortal Sins Novels & Stories

“A supernatural wolf guards the exit gate, something you may have never seen or faced before.” I smiled malevolently. “Don't worry, my beast will handle it.” I nodded my wolf-shaped head. “We'll leave immediately!” “The reapers come and go; the return time is between one storm and another.” He explained. “Lucky us,” I replied grudgingly. “What's the next sin?” “We are in wrath; the next is lust; many succumb there if this sin dominates your mind and desires!” Lambert explained, analyzing me for information. “And then?” I intentionally ignored it.

I asked him in my pillow talk voice. “Hm?” Came his hum of a response, I could feel the rumbling in his chest as he made the sound against my back. “My dad… my mom mentioned that my dad had committed all seven sins and that it was game over for him, what does that mean?” Damien took a long inhale “It means that he is a level four now.”

People lived in fear but lived righteous life. You stole, you got burnt alive. An older man or woman preys on a young child. He\she is stoned to death. A girl marries and on their special night, it is known by her husband that she isn't a virgin, she will be thrown into the Pit of Outcasts and there she shall be molested until she took her last breath. Commit murder, and you shall be locked up in the Tall Room with one ceiling window, starved of food but fed your very own body parts in bits which you shall witness been cut off, this shall be your normal until you give up the ghost. To some, it comes quickly but to others it takes weeks. All Sin with their own special death penalties but ther

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

"3 punishments were given. First, they couldn't mate since their skin couldn't exist in that form which altered their genes and created a new species. Secondly, they were to live forever with the Remillians to make up for the lost souls. Third, they would all share a love for one special individual. But that individual didn't exist and so the wolves kept themselves busy with the learning of the human world. Having lost the possibility to run on their paws and love the moon the way they used to, the werewolves regretted it. "However, years ago, that individual appeared. They cried when they heard the cry of the child who had just been birth and requested to see her. She indeed was the individ

Around us, students filled the hall, whispering and waiting for the judgement. “Murdering a fellow werewolf is unacceptable in this academy and across every pack,” Zeus declared. “Yes! She killed one of our own. She must be punished!” voices roared. The hall shook with shouts. Zima trembled. Her head stayed down, eyes fixed on her feet. Shame wrapped around her like chains. My wolf raged inside me, begging to rip out throats and crush bones, but I forced him down. “Zima of Silverpang Pack,” Zeus thundered, “if this High Court of Nightowl Academy finds you guilty of murder, you will not only be expelled but exiled and banished from all packs.”

The person responsible for the death of my father was none other than Killian Hart. I became an assassin at fourteen years old to find my father's murderer. I was ruthless and a cold blooded killer and every famous businessman knew of my existence except for my identity. That had to remain private, a secret known to only me and my friends. We had all murdered someone at some point, that was the reason we got along so well. Those children we saved, they were being shipped for money by another well known businessman named Henry Pete, yet another asshole, you'd say.

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.