Seven Deadly Sins Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Her role in the future lies within the deal and mission to look after the embodiment of the seven deadly sins. The Supreme One will put her in the predicament to look over one particular sin, as this very place will soon be her pitfall, for she will fall in love with him. With her written character profile and the script of her character that she could never ignore, I want you to place her in her place when the book of Dylan will be open. The sin that she will be falling in love with must want to have the sin of greed and consume his kin in the process. For in that way, we will be able to finally see the hidden face of the enemy that is pretending to be God, in this game I will call, ‘RAGNA

Wyatt thought to himself a question that was answered by his brother. “I cannot believe Abaddon forced me to work with you fucking idiots.” Daneil was getting angrier every time he spoke. “How about I just send you all back to her and you can find out for me and then let me know.” Wyatt heard a sword being drawn from its sheath and then silence. Wyatt couldn’t believe that the seven deadly sins were scared of Daniel. After a long pause he heard “You don’t want to do that because Mother will be sure to take it out on Elizabeth.” This time it was a woman's voice.

"Your sins are mine, my little hat." My body is on top of hers and I made sure to let each curve of hers mold perfectly to me, my hands clasping hers above her head as I can feel her breasts rising and falling with each breath, with my right leg between hers and I made sure to press my thigh against her center and let her realize how hard I was. "My name is SIN!" I shouted my name against her face and saw her cringe slightly, fear? No... Uncertainty. "Every sin you think you've committed I've done."

But it was just the spell withdrawing, leaving me with that supernatural beauty and the power of seven deadly sins in one body. Because I really stole the power of the sin of laziness and seized the power of Lucifer's greed, but all that ancient and sleeping soul in my body was made of every crumb of exiled sins. My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal.

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.”

He slapped it once, just enough to make her moan. “You’re not done yet.” He sank back into her, deeper this time. Her moan caught in her throat. He fucked her with a rhythm that bordered on violent. His hand came to her throat again, pressing just enough to make her lightheaded. “You’re my sin,” he growled. “And I don’t want forgiveness.” “Then take me,” she begged. “Take all of me.” He fucked her through it. Through the guilt. Through the storm. Through every barrier left between them.

"I am going to kill you." "I am waiting." Reuel raised his brows and leaned forward with his hands clasped on his knees. "Show us how you will kill us." Craig narrowed his eyes, his rage and hatred consuming him completely. He was not in his sane mind, and all he could think about was how his lavish life had been destroyed in seconds. And it was two men before him responsible for it. "Why?" That was all he could manage to say. He was devoid of his gun to take any action. Damn, the club rules and he was in the Sepehr empire where the Sepehr twins, Azael and Reuel, were the rulers.

He could wrap his hands around my neck and take my life if he wanted to. “That’s okay,” Kael says, looking over me at the immortal behind me. “Sinful and I were just discussing a few things.” Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gripping me. The touch is so overwhelming, I can barely think for a moment, before everything came to me. I studied this immortal very briefly in school. We learnt about the Seven Sins and Seven Virtues at some point. More about the Virtues, but the Sins were mentioned, along with what they are capable of. So when Sinful touched me, it was as if I could suddenly remember who he was.

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,