Second Coming Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

ew urghhh I shouldn't have thought about it at ALL. I climbed up the wall as I used to and went inside the egg after checking that no other monster was seen. The corpse of the dragon was still here. All along I was thinking if gluttony will work on the dragon. One way to find out. Gluttony! [Failed]

Gluttony. Sloth. The seven deadly sins. The commoners don’t see this every day because they don’t have a chance to show it. I’ve lived with them my whole life. The nobles in Westineof let them loose and follow every command that they give. They wanted money, they had it, they wanted more, they craved it, then they stole it indirectly. They wanted women; they raped children; they bought slaves like toys and wanted more. They wanted to be the best, so they ruined the others; they wanted what the others have, they believed that the world is a slave to their desires. They got angry when you pointed out their faults and held pride in what they were doing. They didn’t accept it when someone said d

“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.”

I couldn’t resist the temptation to playfully tease Princess Golder about her changing physique. “Darling,” I began, my voice laced with playful affection, “it seems that our little one is growing quite fond of your culinary adventures. I fear they may have inherited your love for food.” I watched as Princess Golder’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing within them. She playfully swatted my arm, a smile spreading across her face. “Oh, Simon, you’re terrible! I can’t help but indulge in some of my cravings. Blame our little munchkin for having such impeccable taste.”

The other half cursed, furious that their wagers had died with the fallen man. The healer’s heart sank. The man’s body was broken, battered but his eyes told another story. They glimmered with the same greed that had led him to eat of the forbidden fruit. Only now it was worse. Stronger and uncontrollable. She followed his gaze, and it landed upon the elevated throne, where the leader of the wanderers sat. The man’s lips curled into the faintest smile. His greed had grown into something monstrous. It no longer craved power. It craved everything.

Clewin explained sadly. "Avoid you? Why is that?" I just kept listening to the conversation of the two in front of me. Although I have an idea why Clewin is being avoided by our companions. The power of Gluttony is indeed powerful. However, every time Clewin devoured the monster he killed through Gluttony, the smell of blood would spontaneously emerge from his body. Because of that, he has no choice but to use a lot of perfumes. The overpowering smell of the perfume he uses gives a headache to anyone standing next to him.

He wrapped his arm around Winter and walked toward the private room without looking back. I was on the floor. Diamond shards bit into my palms, leaving them a bloody, mangled mess. That pain reminded me of my past life, right before he starved me to death. It was a wound that never healed. I stared at the blood on the floor. 'You'll get a taste of this soon enough, Cesare. You'll know what it's like to kneel on the ground, begging,' I mused.

“You put whatever you need to on there to make it happen tonight.” The man responded, “Tonight! Then another $1000.00.” “Ok,” he laughed, knowing the man was taking advantage of him. “Two hours, ok?” “Yes, yes, you come back in two hours,” he said smiling and swiping the credit card. Jason grabbed my hand and said, “I’m starving, are you ready for that lasagna?” “Yes,” I laughed as we walked out and back to my condo. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

I needed to not care about Percy. The moment passed, and I blanked my mind concerning Percy, or anything that had to do with him, as I felt the hunger take over again. These people all around me seized to be people, seized even to be humans. They meant only one thing to me, food. They were the only thing that could satisfy the cravings that stirred deep I side of me, a craving that was bigger than them, bigger than anything they could ever imagine, bigger than me even. I pushed my conscience to the back of my mind as I stepped forward to answer the call of a hunger that was several thousand years old

Leaving me and Scott alone with Goliath, who suddenly grinned devilishly. “The prodigal son has returned,” his voice echoed in the room-like hall. I returned his gaze but said nothing, and he continued, “I underestimated you, you have more capacity than I imagined, this is finally going to be fun.” When I first met Goliath, when my grandmother introduced him as her adopted son, he was calm, he barely said one word, he was humble… but not anymore, now he's greedy, fearless and letting me know he was only pretending and now, he will do anything to get what he wants.