Seven Deadly Sins Dragon Sin Novels & Stories

“I know what this means and what it would cost us if it gets to the public. But I can’t keep… I can't keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending. I don’t know how much longer I can stand and smile at women I don't want, in the name of duty. It’s killing me, father. King Aaron opened his mouth to talk but he couldn’t then he woke up. He woke up gasping for air as his hands trembled. This time, it felt more like a revelation than a dream and a part of him believed that what he saw was true because he has always suspected Atlas sexual interest. His son’s voice was still in his ears. “I am not attracted to women.” He had been building a scaffold around the throne for years, telling himself that he

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

She only tossed the boy’s soul to the side as though it wasn’t made of celestial gold. Curious, Azazel had taken a closer look, his eyes slanted like that of a serpent narrowing into thin slits. and peering into Matthew’s glowing blue eyes, Azazel’s thin eyes had snapped open, his head forcefully thrown back as a revelation flooded his mind. The boy had drowned himself. Suicide. A mortal sin. That was all it took to damn someone, even a boy who had been as good and bright as Matthew.

She might not have been right in my eyes, but it didn't warrant an argument in the middle of a human settlement. "Let's not hash this out here where anyone can walk close enough to us to understand that this conversation shouldn't take place between two human girls," I instructed and walked towards where I spotted a boutique. Cyra walked with her arm tangled within mine but didn't comment. She was the Heir for the Ignis. The fire dragons. A few years younger than I am, with a tall slender frame and untameable red hair. By all accounts, she was stunning, but a very wild spirit to tame. Except when it came to her views on humans and dragons. Those were very rigid lines in her book and lines sh

I shook my head. "I don't care. I'll pay it. Whatever price I'll pay it. I'll give anything to forget this place and the monsters within it. I'll destroy this world if that's what it takes. I hate it here. I hate how lonely I am. I miss the sunlight. I miss the fresh air." "If that is what you wish." "It is. It's what I want." "Fine. Then you must get me the seven charms of the seven deadly sins. If you wish to have freedom of this world, I will grant it to you, but only when I have all of them in my possession." My breath hitched my eyes widened.

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.

Monster. Min flinched. "Yes," Min said softly. He moved toward Jun with a heaviness that made him look ten years older than his thirty-five years. He stopped three feet away, maintaining the distance of a duel. "I am a monster," Min agreed. The confession was quiet, lacking any bravado. "I am the Devil. I am the Prince of Darkness. Isn't that what you call me? Isn't that what the tabloids call me? Isn't that what my father made me?"

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

Dante pointed his gun toward Sergio with silent anger in his eyes. “Sergio, you kidnapped my woman and killed my unborn child. Today, you will die with your father.” He was about to pull the trigger when Delina rose from her seat and shouted at Dante. “Dante, stop it!” Dante turned her head around and saw Delina with a frown on his face.

Then Sophia brought out bottles of tequila and everything went south. Is that you, God? Ava groans beside me. Because I feel like I've died. She rolls over, looking somewhat disheveled but still gorgeous. Seriously? Can you kill me now? She groans. I'm never drinking again. She closes her eyes, curling up into the fetal position beside me.