Seven Deadly Sins Belialuin Novels & Stories

I’ve had it. I draw the dagger back from the shadows and start to play with it in my hands while keeping my eyes on his face. I’m pretty sure that he got my silent message because he finally started to talk seriously again. “The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.”

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

Selene I fell to the floor and felt my body dying. I didn't know how I knew, but I could feel it. There was no better way to describe what was happening at that moment. I just looked at Belial, the devil himself, smiling on Greco's face. “Beasts are so emotional that it's funny how they suffer for everything,” Belial said, and I groaned in pain. "Something I keep in mind is that, by consuming your soul, I will consume your mate's, and I will kill you both at the same time. The best two-for-one in damn history. You've been a pain in the ass since you were born, like those annoying pests that never go away, so I'm not going to make the same mistake with you."

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”

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

“Naomi no secrets, no lies. If I find out you’re hiding things from me, there will be consequences, Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Mom,” Naomi whispered, biting her lip. Lydia stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. “Naomi, listen to me carefully. Proverbs 12:22 says, ‘Lying lips are an abomination to the Lord, but those who act faithfully are His delight.’ You understand what that means?” Naomi swallowed, her cheeks warming. “Yes, it means lying is wrong.”

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

She wanted, perversely, to be scored by this, to carry evidence later to gaze upon in the mirror of her bedroom. There on the cold floor, his fingers digging half-moons into her hips, each thrust a confession neither can take back. Fragments of stained glass scatter kaleidoscope shadows across their skin—crimson saints and cobalt angels witnessing their desecration. Her spine arches against, sweat-slick and trembling, as his mouth finds the hollow of her throat. Their gasps echo in the vaulted ceiling, mingling with centuries of whispered prayers. When she wraps her legs around him, pulling him deeper, the line between sacrilege and salvation blurs like watercolor, sin and absolution bleedin

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.”