Seven Deadly Sins Belialuin Novels & Stories

He said coldly, and got up. Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she let out a scoff so loud she didn't know where it puffed out from. He was right, and that made it even worse. "You want to get revenge on Charles Belmont? You'll die, and maybe, you'll stay dead this time. A powerful man can do nothing for a weak woman." Cassian downed the last of his bourbon and placed the glass down on the minibar. A butler walked into the living room as if on cue and picked it up. Tears filled Sin's eyes as his words continued to register in her subconscious.

She rested her hand gently on her stomach, her heart aching. Only she knew how much courage it took to decide to never carry a child… and yet Zayren hadn’t let her go through with it. She hated him for stopping her... but somewhere, deep down, a small part of her was… relieved. Maybe even thankful. But that didn’t erase the sin he was trying to drag her into. How could she live with herself if she gave in... when he belonged to someone else? If she agreed to what he wanted, she knew she'd be killing her own soul in the process.

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. [ 2. There will always be seven participants. When one perishes, another shall take their place. ] [ 3. There are seven trials, each one representing a Sin. Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, and Pride. Each Trial lasts one month in the realm that embodies it. ] [ 4. The goal is simple: Survive. There is no timer, no task, only survival. Yet the world itself will test the nature of your soul. ]

( Sebastian's POV ) It has been six years away from home, six years on the run from my elder brother Beezebulb. Sebastian Gane wasn't my real name, it was a fake name I assumed after I ran away from hell. I had been the sole ruler of hell, I maintained leadership for so long that I didn't think that trouble would rise, but it did. My own brother stabbed me in the back and betrayed me. All the time he rallied my demons and deceived them, he eventually turned all my loyal demons against me and left me with no option than to escape hell. Beezebulb wanted me dead, he sent several demons after me but I have been able to kill them all. I knew that demons were still searching for me, so I had to bl

The man who also wanted her dead. "What if I told you that I know the truth?" Isaac's voice was a hiss now. "What if I told you that I know Arthur Blackthorne killed your mother?" I felt the air leave my lungs. What was he saying? "He’s just using you," Isaac continued. "I want you to stay close to him. I want you to find his weak spots. And then, I want you to tear his empire down from the inside. Do it for her. Do it for your mother."

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled

“Why would you say that?” He shakes his head and retorts. “Because Apolliana is Abaddon.” I reel back as if I was slapped in the face. “What the bloody hell are you talking about, Michael? Lana is not Abaddon. The scriptures all say that I am Abaddon.” “They are wrong, Lucifer. The fates confirmed it after we imprisoned her. Apolliana is Abaddon. She is the destroyer. She had already shown signs of her immense power. That is why we couldn’t risk letting her out of her prison. Once you forfeited your place in heaven, you damned her as well. Rapelles toi,” Remember. “It’s all about balance. She is the second half of your soul, but her soul was dying, killing all of the good inside her. The fat

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

It is true that I was running short on time, but if her question is really that important, I'm willing to spare some time. Ivana felt her own urgency kick in, having seen how badly I wanted to be on my way, "Ah, about Liliana… She already went back to her house, you probably guess that the appearance of those entities is related to her." Indeed, that was the most logical conclusion of them all. "She did mention something about helping humanity against the malice brought by Sin. What she probably means is fighting against those Princes of Hell." I said. "Well… I believe they call themselves the Seven Cardinal Sins… they are a special kind of Demons… like how Liliana is a special kind of Spiri