Second Coming Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

"You want to know if I'm fine? Come closer and see." My cheeks flamed up, and I quickly looked down, shutting up. Months rolled by, and I found myself expecting a baby. The High King's second-in-command dropped by with news—the High King was ready to pass the torch, and Damon was to take over some royal duties. "Look, forget the small stuff. Just make sure you take care of those misfits so the regular folks can put food on their table," the High King had said when his time was running out. Ruby was a no-show at the High King's funeral.

Julia continued, "Your man is a badass. Rosalie refused to eat, so he brought her son over. She then swallowed a lot of gems. Rosalie was half-dead and Axel asked someone to cut her face and sever the tendons of her son’s wrist in front of her. She was eventually thrown into the sea. "Those who watched coldly were also taught a lesson. Everyone has a hideous scar on their wrist just to punish them for watching coldly and not helping you. I might’ve suffered as well if I weren't your best friend." Julia pretended to wipe her tears to get my sympathy, but I only rolled my eyes. "Although many reporters were present that day, the only news that was reported was Salfolk Group's bankruptcy. The f

the man stammered, his voice barely audible. Gluttony's smile widened. "Oh, you should. After all, you wouldn't want to make me angry." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Or worse, disappoint me." The beggar's resolve crumbled instantly. "It's—it's down the main street," he blurted out, pointing a shaking finger. "The Golden Hearth. Can't miss it. Big sign, lanterns everywhere." "Good man," Gluttony purred, flipping the coin into the beggar's bowl. The man grabbed it with trembling hands, his relief short-lived as Gluttony leaned in again.

"You're stronger than this. You've proven it every day for sixty years." But even as she spoke, she could see the truth in his eyes. The man who had spent decades choosing compassion over hunger was losing the battle against instincts that had been artificially amplified beyond his ability to control. His movements became more fluid, more predatory, his gaze fixing on the window where the townspeople waited with unmistakable hunger. "You don't understand," he said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries-old shame. "The hunger isn't just about blood anymore. It's about everything I've denied myself, everything I've sacrificed for the illusion of humanity. And now it's all coming back at o

“Good. That’s all I’m asking.” The food came. I picked up my fork, hesitating for a second, waiting for some invisible rule to be broken. Silas saw me hesitate as he picked up his own fork and started eating his spaghetti. “See? This end goes in the food. That’s about all you need to know in here.” I finally smiled back, for real this time, and started to eat. *** Silas’s pov

I fucking hate that. ~Christopher’s POV~ I hate clowns, and this dude wasted my time. Did I just forgo my lunch to meet up with this idiot? Isn’t Mark the one who said this guy was the finest in his field? I’m sitting here, listening to this moron rant. I massaged my brows. He went on and on about how much money Grayston Group would make out of the deal. Then I spotted him peering behind me. The moron then licked his lips and began dangling like a dog.

“You are rare.” My mother’s hand flies to her mouth. My father stiffens beside me. “The Second Mark exists to restore balance,” the Alpha King continues. “But it comes at a cost.” My heart pounds loudly in my ears. “What kind of cost?” “Pain. Conflict. Bloodshed.” The words hit hard. “If the bond is rejected,” he says, looking directly at me, “it will rot. And that rot will spread—to your wolf, your pack, and eventually the realm.”

"What kind of food do you eat? Am curious!" "In my world, every food is designed to give a specific immortality when eaten. Like here on Earth, when you eat excessively, you are over fed and you tend to get a bad stomach. In my world, when you overfeed, you get mad and intoxicated by it. That was what happened to Asu'la. At a time, he felt he was not beautiful enough to be called divine. So he broke the rules of heaven by cultivating the dark seed, a kind of food meant to make him fairer as the light of the day and invisible like the wind. He did not stop there, he overfed himself with it daily, until he became mad and craved for things above his grasp, above all, he became like the 'Krasue'

Snarling in irritation, I walked ahead of the fallen alpha with firm steps. “To Sophie, I hope our bath compensates for everything I'm going through here!” I muttered to myself, annoyed. The environment smelled of food, and piles of wealth were scattered everywhere. Condemned souls vomited coins while food dripped from their eye sockets, creating a disgusting scene. “Hunf, a sin I don't understand,” I grumbled, catching the attention of the black wolf. “Gluttony goes beyond food. Many souls here are trapped by gluttony, by the thirst for money, power, and dominance. They never felt satisfied!” He explained, looking over his shoulders at me. “I'm surprised you're not affected here.”

Cornelio and Samuel bumping their fist, then Cornelio get in to the transport and take off as soon as possible. Meanwhile in cafeteria, Squad 105 still at there under Stevan’s sight. “B-by the way … I’m sorry for bother your feast, Sir!” said Nathan. Nathan very scared, he almost cried in that moment. “Hahaha! It’s ok, there’s no problem about it.” Said Stevan. “E-eh …? Really?” Nathan wanted to confirm it. “Yeah, Cornelio already pay it, right? Nothing to apologize anymore, now eat! You’ve ate so much! You should’ve inherited your Gluttony! Or Greed …? Both is alright! You can’t fight or study when hungry!” said Stevan.