Seven Deadly Sins Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Around us, students filled the hall, whispering and waiting for the judgement. “Murdering a fellow werewolf is unacceptable in this academy and across every pack,” Zeus declared. “Yes! She killed one of our own. She must be punished!” voices roared. The hall shook with shouts. Zima trembled. Her head stayed down, eyes fixed on her feet. Shame wrapped around her like chains. My wolf raged inside me, begging to rip out throats and crush bones, but I forced him down. “Zima of Silverpang Pack,” Zeus thundered, “if this High Court of Nightowl Academy finds you guilty of murder, you will not only be expelled but exiled and banished from all packs.”

On the front page was a single headline: “Seven Chosen for the Game of Sins.” There was something off about this and even without reading the whole paper, she knew that she was involved in something she shouldn’t have… “Game of what?” She repeated. Shane met her eyes, and for the first time she noticed the faint glow beneath his wrist… It was an emblem shaped like a circle with seven petals. Before she could speak, the intercom crackled overhead, followed by a voice so clear and mechanical it made her blood run cold… [ Welcome to the Trial of Seven Sins, Cursed Ones. ]

"Seeing the CEO destroy his assistant's cunt. You'd be fired. I'd be crucified." The taboo terror-lust surged in, imagined cameras possibly playing, a late-night guard glancing up. I ground back, fucking his hand. "Ruin me... please..." He laughed darkly, withdrawing to slap my pussy, and my clit was throbbing from abuse. "Beg louder, Elena. Beg your boss to break you." "Please, Mr. Blackwood... wreck my pussy. Make me cum screaming."

Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor. I may be biased, but I always believed Gluttony to be the best room out of the seven, next to Lust and Greed, who almost entertained the same amount of guests as Gluttony did. It was funny watching all the clueless souls walk around the club damning themselves even further and making deals with without realizing the actual weight those deals held over them.

“You said that to piss me off, didn’t you?” “I want your attention. I demand it. So yeah. What do you have to say about that? What if I am falling in love with you? What will you do?” “Then I will get that love out of your system because it shouldn’t be happening. Not to the future luna of our pack. Demons don’t fall in love, darling. It’s either lust or…” I let her go and looked at Xanthea through the monitor “…greed. In the mortal world, love might not be one of the seven deadly sins, but in this hell, it’s the only sin. The only curse that can kill. The only disease that has no cure. So, don’t let it infect you.”

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?

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.

I’ve had it. I draw the dagger back from the shadows and start to play with it in my hands while keeping my eyes on his face. I’m pretty sure that he got my silent message because he finally started to talk seriously again. “The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.”

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

He frowned, his brows drawing tight together, but his hands were still wrapped loosely around me, keeping me steady on my feet despite his confusion. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my breathing turning into heavy, desperate panting as the friction of my own clothes against my sensitive skin sent sharp electric shocks straight down to my core. I clenched my thighs tight, hoping it could stop the rising slickness, but it did nothing. The fire was spreading too fast. I leaned closer, letting my hot breath fall against his neck, my modesty entirely burnt to ash by whatever poison was coursing through my blood. ‘’Please help me, I don’t know—I feel so hot, I-I think someone drugged me.’’ I wh