Seven Deadly Sins Mael Novels & Stories

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

“You—” Nico’s hand shot up, stopping him. “Enough.” Mazzo turned on him. “And you, Maretti—you think I don’t see what this is? You kill your father, claim his throne, and now you’re her lapdog. The DeLucas killed your old man’s men, your brother, and you’re sitting here smiling like this is peace?” Sasha arrived first, flanked by Vince and Marco, their weapons hidden but their posture spelling war. Her coat was heavy wool, dark enough to pass for mourning. It wasn’t a costume. Grief had become her uniform now.

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.”

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

They were career thugs, men whose knuckles were permanently swollen and whose eyes were vacant pits of practiced cruelty. But today, they were trembling. "We… we didn’t miss, Boss," the man on the left stammered. His nose was a pulpy, purple mess—a parting gift from Han Min-jae’s elbow. "We hit him deep; I saw the steel go in, and he was leaking everywhere. Nobody survives a gut-stab like that—at least not for too long. He’s a dead man walking." "Dead men don't drive motorcycles into the night," Seok-jin whispered.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

The specific silence of people who are in a room with something that could end them and have decided that breathing quietly is the most strategic option available. The Soul Sight hit me like a structural collapse. I had never felt it before — not like this, not with the particular ferocity of something detonating in the center of my sternum, golden light erupting through my peripheral vision, threads blazing outward from my chest toward the broadcast screen with the absolute and devastating specificity of a thing that has always known where it was going. I knocked my ration pack off the table standing up. The other workers looked at me. I was already moving. I sat in a maintenance corridor f

The strongest are metal followed by earth. You can bury them or even suffocate them with soil of even talk to trees and use them to punish them... Anyway," he looks at me as if he is ashamed of mentioning ways of killing others since he is supposed to be a healer and smiles, "What I mean is, earth is very very strong because almost everything steps or stems from the earth. The reason why I deduce so is the Madeleines are air witches but you said that after Mara took your blood, she was able to use earth to hold Alex.

he murmured, voice poisonous, “then you’re wrong, Sarang. Because Kim Zayren gets what he wants.” I didn’t know whether to scream or sob. Whether to fall apart in fear for Minjae, or explode in rage at Zayren’s shameless cruelty. His next words came like a death sentence. “And I want you… and my child… back. At any cost. And for that…” His lips brushed my earlobe. “I’d cross any limit.” Tears welled up in my eyes as his grip tightened, stealing my breath, suffocating my will. “Stop… please,” I whispered, a single tear slipping down my cheek. “Please…”