Seven Deadly Sins Arcs Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

Chapter 1: The Summoning Price Candles flickered wildly in the ancient stone chamber hidden beneath the crumbling ruins of Eldrath, their flames dancing as if alive with the forbidden magic I had unleashed. My heart hammered against my ribs as I traced the final line of the intricate summoning circle with my own blood, the metallic scent mixing with the musty air of forgotten tomes and decaying tapestries. I was Seraphina Vale, a twenty-five-year-old arcane scholar who had dedicated her life to dusty scrolls and protective wards rather than the desires that stirred in my treacherous body. My form had always been a curse and a secret longing—lush, heavy breasts that strained against the laces

‘If it's Bernardo then it's Bernardo’s handiwork, and if he was actually the old man’s brother, then, he’s my grand uncle. The hows and whys didn't matter anymore. Tony closed his eyes and buried the old memories that resurfaced. Like how he had always done. Then he opened his eyes and furrowed his brows. A storm brewed in his eyes. Bernardo had crossed the line. And that was that. ‘He tried to kill the old lion. Even my father, Alvaro and.. me.’ He forgot all about Don Federico. ‘And that’s a great sin in itself—even if you’re family.’

Every time he shifted gears, his arm grazed my knee. Neither of us moved away. "You're staring," Dante said, his voice cutting through the hum of the heater. "I’m observing," I corrected, though my heart gave a traitorous thump. "The black veins. They’re coming back, aren't they?" Dante glanced down at his right hand. The faint, dark lines were crawling back from his knuckles toward his wrist, like ink spreading through water. "The neutralization was a temporary surge. As the Shadow-Heart settles into its dormant state, my curse returns to its natural equilibrium. I am becoming lethal again, Elara."

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

Sharp. The six-year-old mentality she'd been trapped with in her past life was gone. She was fully herself again. Good. Now she could make them pay—for what they did to her, and to Damian. Seated before the mirror, Aria began wiping off the makeup, her eyes glinting with cold intent. She wasn't the foolish Aria Vale anymore—she was a ghost returned from hell, and she had a score to settle. Liana Vale, Victor Loann, and every last Vale who drove her mother to her death...

"If father said that then it can happen. But I am not sure for how much time. Because the Lucifer I know... loves to destroy things. Even if that human girl is unlucky enough and falls for him then also... he will make sure to hurt her so bad that she will fall out of her love. Trust me mother... I know him. He loves to break his favourite things... just to see if he can survive without them or not and he always does...." Arcangelo's POV I have played my game for today. I didn't give her much time that she can think of a way out. She is smart I have to give it to her but too naive. She trusts so easily. When she is in problem she uses her brain but doesn't use it when she trusts. How can she

"She's just a little worse for wear. Lady Vivien, though." Zephrain walked towards them, unable to say anything as he stared at Vivien. Her white clothes were tattered, and Lukas had wrapped her with his jacket, not enough to cover her exposed body. "She used the Crystal Beast to defeat the four bandits," Angelica told him. Even she was weak and pale. They obviously used up their inner core. What the hell happened?

The girl scoffed and smoothly leaped onto the counter, crossing her perfect long slim legs. "Hades will shackle you in the deepest part of Tartarus if your indulgence ruins his plans",the girl who was called Lilith snarled at him and grabbed the glass of blood he held. Her eyes were filled with displeasure as she watched the devil beside her. Laziness was really a sin and she was having a hard time keeping up with Belphegor. He was a sloth after all. Belphegor, one of the seven deadly sins on Tartarus that had been banished by Riven centuries ago, looked up at Lilith and smirked lazily.

He said gesturing towards him by pointing a hand at him. Before he began, he coughed a couple of times after almost the choking he was taken already. “Sin is like an older brother to me, and I've looked up to him for years but in recent decades his burning jealous over Ares's power has eating him up, he want everything you have and isn't content with his.” He said using his hand to rob his head. “I've watched sin come up with many evil plans in resent times and one of the worst was killing his mate, I never supported it, I still see her face in my dreams but there was nothing I could do at the time I was fully loyal to him with reasons best known to me.”