Red Demon Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

“But more than that… you belong to me, Vivienne. The goddess showed you to me in visions. She wants you broken open and remade. By my hand.” I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into scarred skin as another orgasm built. “Then break me,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Something dark and satisfied flashed in his eyes. He fucked me harder then, still controlled, but with a new edge of hunger. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and spilled inside me, whispering ancient words against my neck like a benediction. The others followed — each one filling me in turn until their cum leaked down my thighs and pooled on the marble beneath me.

"I'm stuck…" I looked at him with hope I had never felt before. Mommy and Daddy didn't know the coffin had been nailed shut. As long as the priest told them, I would be saved! After staring at me for a few seconds, his eyes slowly moved away. The prayer resumed, this time louder and more urgent than before. He knew. He must've known. Why wouldn't he save me? "I told you that the child has a cursed soul. He brings misfortune to his own family and harms those closest to him. He can't be kept," he said.

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”

"Do not test my patience again." He turned and strode away, leaving them to nurse their wounds. He had more pressing matters to attend to. A meeting had been called in the royal chamber, and his presence was required. Entering the grand room, El-Kharis found the other demon royals already assembled. The god of fire, a towering figure with molten eyes and hair like flames, glared at him. His skin was a deep, burnt crimson, and heat radiated from him in waves. Beside him, the earth demon, solid and imposing, watched with a stony expression. His form was like living rock, with veins of precious metals glinting through his granite-like skin. The water demon, fluid and ever-changing, regarded him

“First of all, what’s your name?” “Ruby Emerson.” Total lie. That was the name of Nathan’s dog that died three months ago. And Nathan’s last name. The one I was supposed to take. Lena Emerson. It sounded nice. It sounded like I belonged to him. “Well, Ruby. After what you saw earlier, what do you think I am?” I hesitated, not sure what I was about to say. “A demon?” He growled, just a bit, and I caught a flash of red in his eyes. “Don’t lump me in with those bottom-feeding creeps.”

Without a weapon, she knew it was just a suicide. The demon scoffed; his shadow was a murky silhouette of branches spread out to his sides, clearly intending harm. He was very tall and dark, with jet black hair and a matching lengthy mustache, yet it was just a honed appearance to convey his true nature. Similarly, he was heavier, with noisy, labored breathing—the embodiment of a demon rogue—while his eyes were as red as the fire itself and ugly as fuck. Sophie cringed, backing away. "No! Please!"

I tell him firmly. She's a Demon, her powers unknown. She has managed to manipulate seven powerful Angel-bloods...if she can do this, then she is very capable of using magic to kill all Demon's in an instance. Kastriv looks sceptical. "But this spirit can?" "Apparently." I shrug. He frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. "You should know that spirits cannot always be trusted. They don't abide by a moral system as we do." I nod grimly. I know that, but this spirit has spent far too long trying desperately to get in contact with me. Were they intending on harming me, why go through this much effort?