Seven Deadly Sins Holy Knights Novels & Stories

It was the calling card of the expedition, of paths awaiting him and his brother's feet. “I am the leader of a secret order of knights.” The eyes of both lads went wide. They felt they were living inside one of their campfire adventures. It takes a second or two for the new information to sink in, even though it was right before their eyes, larger than the reality of life. Surprise doesn't cover. It has been a rumor among the battalions but they never thought it would be real. “We are also a holy order, commissioned by the great knight Father Cornelius with a sacred quest: the extensive downfall of the vampire, witches and other supernatural beings and their followers.”

The leader pointed his javelin at Logan and roared, "Sinner! Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness!" "It's the Knights of the Roundtable!" "I didn't even know these people existed!" "I didn't know they were here to protect the Scion!" "They are still alive! Oh my god!" The crowd reacted again. "You're all just dead people! You're nothing in Corynthea! We'll just call all of you ghosts!" Logan laughed. "I can destroy you in one attack!" The knights readied themselves. The crowd held their breaths. They no longer had the same confidence as before. These intruders had been mighty enough to beat up their superiors that they were nearing a crisis of faith. Could the knights defeat the de

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

“She's mine too, shut the trap and attend to those idiots who are claiming to have Evelyn's blood and connecting it to the Altar blood poison if you don't give them half of these Kingdom!” Fuck!! I slammed the wall and cursed at Draven's words before ruffling my hair in frustration. For the first time in my life, I'm showing weakness, I'm showing a vulnerable side to my men and it wasn't supposed to be so. The hunters were another deadly descendants of the Vampire that existed in our world, they were cursed and castigated because of their traits and hunt on any living thing that existed. Not only were there dangerous to any traits , they were powerful. Thier sense of smell, method of feeding

Sienna Last night was a dream. Or a nightmare. I hadn’t come to a conclusion. But it was the first time in months I had sat down with Lucian and talked. He told me about his childhood. While we were together before, he would often close off when I asked about his childhood. He also never talked about his sister. Now I know why. When I returned to my room last night, sleep didn’t come easy. I stayed up thinking about what Lucian did, taking his pov. If someone wronged me, I would never go to this lengths to hurt them back. But after all these years I had learned, not everyone thought my way. The world I grew up in, revenge was a common thing. While kindness was not. That’s why I embraced kind

Pietro might not have the same conflict with Sergio as Dante, but Pietro hated that man with passion. He lost Diego, one of his good friends in the past, because of Sergio. His friend joined Sergio’s gang and was executed right in front of his eyes. Before Diego was executed, he also received a box of black roses, a symbol that his death was already decided. Seeing the black rose again triggered that painful memory for Pietro. “I should have killed him a long time ago.” Pietro added. “It is not easy to kill him. We cannot do it on neutral ground and he always has several men around him. People like us can get rid of anyone, but not when we are dealing with someone from the same world, same r

If he was going to kill me, I would strike first. I marched into his master suite. The room was dark. He was asleep, his massive frame sprawled across the bed. The tattoos on his right arm seemed to swim in the shadows, ink turned to scales. He looked older than Damien, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, but there was a raw, timeless power in his face that made age irrelevant.

“The Santo’s order targeted threats– corrompido who preyed on innocent lives, who desecrated sacred ground, who brought chaos to peaceful kingdoms.” Luz’s armoured hand moved to rest on the hilt of his sword, fingers brushing against the frayed white ribbon hidden beneath his gauntlet. “You are twisting my memories to suit your narrative. The knights I severed were protectors– not monsters.” The black veins along his jawline pulsed slightly as he struggled between his loyalty to his former life and the undeniable truth behind Mestre Escuro’s words. “I was there when the order started,” Mestre Escuro said a bit louder, the tension evident in his voice as memories threaten to flood back from t