Seven Deadly Sins Belialuin Novels & Stories

If you choose good,the way of life will be hard ,there will be many huddles that you have to overcome but every good deed has its fruit ,but never do anything to achieve something in return,do it because you want to. Choosing bad is an easier way of life ,which people think.To them it is a shortcut,fast money, power and fame but they forget there is no shortcut in life . Every pride hath its fall and every king can be a beggar on that day. Nothing stays permanently.You never know what your future holds but you can improve it by your present feed . Years went by and the magic user started worshiping Goddess Selene as their mother.The witches and warlocks who decided to stay evil still worship

His touch was feeling sinless for the very first time. Without taking his eyes away from her glossy ones, he took a step closer to her. He stood in front of her. "It's not always about what we deserve in our life, cara mia," he uttered in his huskily tender voice, peering deep inside her glassy hues. "Because if it was then I wouldn't have been still breathing after the numerous lives I have turned lifeless till now," his words shook her heart. Bellyana had already told him about this side of his but hearing it from his mouth was feeling more painful. No, she was not feeling afraid that if he had taken so many lives, then he could take hers too with no second thoughts but now she had that fa

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

Caleb asked. “Shortly after I returned home, this one appeared, and he couldn’t stop from groping me. I couldn’t get anything from him other than an extreme amount of lustful words. I couldn’t handle what he was saying, so I made it so he couldn’t speak.” Selene said as she waved her hand again, and the pink-eyed Zeke disappeared. “But how are there two Zeke’s?” Caleb asked. I was seriously starting to question Caleb’s intelligence. Even if I didn’t understand half of what was going on, I could understand that Selene was referencing that each Zeke was the embodiment of one of the seven deadly sins: Wrath and Lust.

Draven had not returned for two days now and I couldn't help the jab and fear in my heart, I was torn in between listening to the pleading cry of my people to take the sudden witchy mate as mine and feed on her blood so I wouldn't die or I could prove sturbborn and die in my powers under the effect of the blood moon. “You're so fucking pathetic!” Lucian spat out in anger, staring at me. We were outside the balcony, he looked freshly showered as his moppy curls dripped with water down to his shirt and if I was gay, I would have felt things. I felt insecure as these two arrogant Kings were competing with my beauty. “What do you mean?”I grit my teeth, staring at the moon afar off, I was struggl

“Even if the world blames me, even if it’s impossible.” His lips brushed mine, soft, almost reverent. “And I’ll protect you,” he said. “Even if it kills me.” --- The Road to Revenge By nightfall, Nicholas had already mobilized his men, tracking every trace of Damien’s betrayal. I stayed in the study, bandaged and weary, watching as he transformed from the man cradling me moments ago into the ruthless heir to the Rhodes empire. The contrast was jarring—softness for me, lethal precision for anyone who dared cross him.

One or more blessed souls, being pure and sinless, within a final period of seven consecutive days, without rest, they will be able to kill one or more blessed souls. Being them, they will be free from any fear and sin, and being pure, not being induced by practice, being of spontaneous free initiative. - Said. — Only of his own accord and initiative. - The man in question must not know the exact issue of his winnings from the bet. - If sinners kill the innocent, it won't count. - Said. – Because sinners will always kill since they sin. A sinner can influence an innocent person to kill. - Said. – And he will gain part of that innocent person’s wishes.

— I’ll let you live, Volkov, — Caelith says — if you tell me how you found out she’s an umbra. Volkov lifts his chin, defiant. — You think you’re the only one who buys secrets from the enemy, Caelith? — All this time I kept wondering why you called her a ‘greater sin’… — he brushes his jaw with his thumb. — What could be more sinful than a Nephilim? Volkov pales beside me. The younger one falters, loosening his grip just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath. — The greater sin, — Caelith goes on, voice rising, — would be a double one, wouldn’t it? The child born of a woman who sold her blood and her body, and a man who vowed his life to God!

“So Victor is…?” “Already slipping,” he said grimly. “Have you not noticed it? The growing possessiveness? The way his anger flares without warning? How he watches you like you’re the last star in a sky he no longer trusts?” She didn’t respond. “I’ve seen it before,” Belial continued. “With Hades. He was a visionary once. But after Queen Amelia died, his anchor, the curse surged. He changed. Started executing loyal commanders. Torturing lower-class demons for imagined conspiracies.”

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.