Seven Deadly Sins Ludociel Novels & Stories

this is tormenting me. [Demon of Sloth -Elite rank] The unique evolution of the demon race endowed with the power of sloth, one of the seven sins. ??????????? Class- Necromancer Special skill- Resurrect Sloth skill- Negate +15 INT +5 AGI OKAY choose Demon of sloth this instant! Hahaha, seven sins…. I remember fantasizing about having the power of sins. In fact, I know everything about them, this must be fate! It even has more skills than the dragon one, which means it is stronger right. Yepp obviously I won't change my decision.

Lucifer. Meanwhile, in the dark pits of hell, Lucifer was also organizing his own army. The seven deadly sins were his army commanders. Each one was to lead a regiment of demons. He wanted to make the wizard pay dearly for snatched from him the only thing that would ensure him being united to Seraphim. Summer. The wizard disrupted his plans and he was not going to sit back down.

He lied smoothly and Gideon never lied, no matter how much the truth hurt. His words had my heart escalating, fear rearing inside me. I wondered if he had sensed the same darkness and horror in the air just as I had. Could he sense the impending doom? I curled my hands into fists, hiding my shaking fingers from myself, even though I was trembling on the inside. Fabiano Lombardi was a devil. A grim reaper. He caused death where ever he went and stole the souls. Everything he touched die. Why was he here then? I knew for a fact that it wasn’t about Alara. Even though I hated the Vitale Don, I knew he’d keep her safe from everyone except himself.

Arthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness.

“ Elodie “ comes a dark growled whisper. My heart stutters , my eyes widen and my hand begins to shake. “ Who … who is this ? “ I ask shakily. A small dark evil laugh comes down the phone to me “ Oh you know who it is , well you don’t know who I am actually do you Elodie ? But you will soon “ I gaps at his words. It’s him. “ Elodie “ he says my name in a way that it sounds like it drips with sin. I don’t answer. I can't. I am frozen. But my ragged breathing tells him I am still here. “ I will only hurt you in a way that you crave Elodie you don’t know it yet but you do, I see you “ he states before the phone clicks off and the line dies. He wasn’t referring to actually being able to see me.

Cedric, completely drained of all physical and spiritual energy, slumps flat onto the gravel, gasping for air like a dying fish. "Lucien is completely horrible," Cedric mutters, his voice trembling in the dark. "Only a warlord with oceans of fresh blood on his hands could emit such a sinister, crushing presence. His soul was never a kindhearted alpha. He is like a murderous devil returned straight from the depths of hell, filled to the brim with deadly execution intent."

Riven stood over her like a conqueror, cock still half-hard and shiny with their combined mess. He grabbed her by the hair and made her sit up, forcing her to face the cheering crowd with cum dripping down her thighs. “This is my prize,” he declared possessively. “My personal fucktoy. Anyone touches her dies.” Elowen leaned against his leg, trembling and utterly claimed, her body marked and filled. The humiliation burned, but so did the dark thrill of being completely owned by the Reaper. The underground fight club had its new legend tonight—not just the undefeated fighter, but the brutal man who had publicly ruined the most beautiful prize they’d ever offered.

I stood three steps behind Mistress Hana and held the lacquer box and was invisible. He walked onto the central platform. Soul Sight tore through my chest like a blade. Not a gentle ignition. Not the tentative warmth described in the old texts I had read in the pleasure house library, the romantic accounts of soulbound recognition that made it sound like sunlight and gradual warmth. This was violent. The kind of thing that happens to a body that has had no preparation and no framework and no warning — a detonation in the center of my sternum, gold light flooding my peripheral vision, threads erupting from the cavity behind my ribs and running with absolute specificity across the ceremony hal

"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.

News of Vincent and Denise seizing the Young family’s assets jolted him back to life. Determined, Liam began to systematically dismantle their partnerships with other companies, using every means at his disposal to crush them in the business world. Yet, he never finished them off completely, choosing instead to toy with them, dragging out their suffering. The relentless pressure drove Vincent to develop a gambling addiction. He threw money around at the casinos until he racked up insurmountable debt. Desperate, he sold every organ he could, but it wasn’t enough, and he soon died from an infection.