Seven Deadly Sins Fanfic Novels & Stories

Celestia The apartment felt smaller than usual. Too quiet.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the faint bruise forming on my wrist from where the Viper Syndicate man had grabbed me the night before. Everything had happened so fast. The gunshots. Sebastian getting shot. His father beat him in front of everyone. My stomach twisted again at the memory. I didn’t belong in that world. Men like Sebastian Sinclair lived in shadows filled with violence, power, and blood.

When his head snapped back up, he trembled, his bones trying to break free from his flesh. My eyes broke free from the sight when Aleskander came closer. “Want to spend all night staring at Viktor?” he asked, his voice cool and neutral. There was no hint of rage in them. Just plain ol’ Aleskander. I didn't answer him. Instead, my mind did a recap on the file containing the Seven Deadly Sins. Then my mouth widened, realization settling in. “He's Viktor Von Stein? The Sin of Gluttony?” I murmured under my breath.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

The forbidden nature of it, the absolute betrayal, makes my brain want to explode with dopamine. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispers seductively, "I am not going to stop until I am done destroying this pussy. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else." Oh my God. Fuck. The words shatter me. My juices are still coating him, making the penetration obscenely smooth. But the thoughts come rushing back, fueled by the taboo. " oh Selene, what the fuck are you doing?" My wolf tries to surface again, desperate. "This is your sister’s husband!" Lisa whispers, her voice weak against the roaring tide of lust. She tries to be the rational one, the moral compass correcting the

I quizzed with a quirked brow. "Yes, I realize that. Every being experiences at least one of those sins in a lifetime but you have light energy in you to give you better judgment. It should be easier to not commit all seven the way most of my kind do," he informed which got me thinking. If lust was one of the seven deadly sins and most dark angels experienced it, didn't that mean that they had pointless sex? If they weren't careful, wouldn't that mean there were more hybrids like me or half-bloods like Alina?

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.”

“But more than that… you belong to me, Vivienne. The goddess showed you to me in visions. She wants you broken open and remade. By my hand.” I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into scarred skin as another orgasm built. “Then break me,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Something dark and satisfied flashed in his eyes. He fucked me harder then, still controlled, but with a new edge of hunger. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and spilled inside me, whispering ancient words against my neck like a benediction. The others followed — each one filling me in turn until their cum leaked down my thighs and pooled on the marble beneath me.

‘Definitely not Sebastian,’ she mused, her fingers trembling slightly as she couldn’t resist the urge to read on. Sometimes, I feel a dark weight on my soul, like a curse. Maybe I am being punished now for terrible sins I committed in a past life. No sooner is one fight over than another starts. What have I ever done to deserve such betrayal and abandonment from everyone? Am I meant to be alone?

I read. I scoffed because that was never going to happen. Sinclair’s only true love was Ash, she was the Luna of this pack and even if theirs wasn’t true love, he would never get involved with someone like me who literally killed his entire pack so many years ago. It wasn’t rocket science to believe that this wasn’t going to favor me and in that moment, I knew that it was better I stopped trying completely before I lost myself to something that wasn’t even mine to begin with.

But thankfully, I have the best makeup in my bag to get her glowing again. “He doesn’t deserve my tears.” “You can cry if you want. It’s absolutely normal.” Lila, her brother’s assistant and the last to enter our squad, tells her. She’s adorable, but also naive as fuck. Serena sends me daggers. “I’m not uncaring. I just…” letting out a heavy sigh. “You didn’t deserve any of this. And in all honesty, I don’t think Damon is lying in his bed crying over losing you.” “Ava, stop being a bitch.” Serena yells at me.