Seven Deadly Sins Arcs Novels & Stories

I recalled as then I tried to piece everything together. The murders, the shadow assasins, the attack, me seeing alpha Hayden near the mountain, his warning, Aaron’s death, Mary knowing everything about my life so far… All of this seemed somehow oddly connected to each other. Venzara tried hard to not move as whenever she did, the metal scorched her skin, making her wince. “I am sorry, Ven and Yesmir” I spoke in a low voice. “You did not put us in those chains but that bitch did. She is going to pay for this”

I grabbed the gun on his desk, playing with it a little, before I held it at him “You held a gun at my wife today.” His men were alert as they did the same, holding guns at me. Gabriella moved away from the scene, but not Tazio, who looked at the gun in my hand. I knew what was in his fucking mind. “Don't you dare,” I whispered back at him. “Kill this motherfucker. I can handle this shitty men of his,” Tazio whispered through gritted teeth, and Father burst into a loud, throaty laugh. Every demon possessing us now was born out of him. From the horns on his head to the claws and fangs, the Bellucci brothers inherited it from him.

Sophia, God bless her heart pratically handed me her animosity toward Tristan and Alex on a silver platter. All I had to do was nudge her in the right direction and she gladly followed with no questions asked. Back in the quiet solitude of my apartment, I poured myself a generous measure of expensive whiskey. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, while I smiled at the utter chaos that I was about to unleash. This was it. The moment I’d been meticulously planning, obsessing over, for months. The first domino was about to fall. I almost felt bad for Tristan. He was not so bad but he had made his choice, he had picked a side and it was not mine. If you're not on my side then you are an enemy

There was no such thing as true happiness. “I’m still me, Sean. We have a plan. I have to lead the coven. I have to be strong enough to lead them. You were on board with this. You supported me. How am I the one that’s changed? You’ve changed, Sean. Why can’t you just see this through with me?” “The Dezi I married would never have thought that killing a child was okay. The Dezi I married wasn’t power hungry. You’ve lost your soul, you’ve given yourself over to the darkness of magic and everything that you’re doing now…it’s wrong, Dezi.”

He could do it again and permanently this time. "You said you two were friends. So why the fuck would you want to absorb him?" I asked, not like his answer would do much to make me understand. Nothing could make me understand him killing Cyrus. "Don't you sometimes wish to be your friend?" his cheerful tone threw me off. He was psychotic to say the least. "To have that power… the seven deadly sins are considered gods in hell. Every human possesses at least three. I want the respect that comes with the title and the power they effortlessly feed on."

she said watching his body language. “Yes of course.” He said looking at her. “He’s one of the elites of the underworld, there are four of them. Sin, torment, Anguish and Death.” He said looking forward. “We’ve dealt with them rarely, so we don’t know a lot about them. We know they start wars, invite plagues, they merge the realms together.” He said looking back at her. “They are not someone you want to mess with if you cant deal with a lot of pain and suffering.” “I don’t want any of that to happen, how do I stop it?” she said looking at him.

Those destructions were caused by the battle of seven sacred humans who want to be the strongest human in the whole world. The seven sacred men were the seven greatest warriors of their time, swordsmen who have been able to surpass the limits of human strength. Their strength was even higher compared to a thousand great warriors of their time. They are no longer called warriors by the time, some people assume that they should be the Gods, but finally the people named them as the Earth Demons.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

<★★★★ BLOODY SINNER'S★★★★> As Lucifer finished recounting the details to Mikhail, the weight of the revelations hung heavily in the air. Mikhail had been pacing the room, his fists clenched, his mind racing with the implications of what they had just uncovered. The Shadows had orchestrated so much pain and suffering, not only for him and Lucifer but for everyone connected to them. The thought that they might have been behind the deaths of his parents, framing April's father to cover their tracks, gnawed at him relentlessly.