Seven Deadly Sins Mael Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to be there. As a matter of fact, I want nothing to do with you or your family.” “Aria,” Kael said quietly, his tone steady, not a flicker of emotion breaking through. “Where is that coming from?” “It was never a request,” my father interrupted, his words firm, final. “You will be there.” Aria’s breath hitched as she took a step back, disbelief clouding her eyes. “And what if I don’t, King Aiden?” A slow smile stretched across his face, cruel and calm. “Then your sister, Zima, will bear the consequences. Wolfsbane was found on her after she attempted to murder me. You know wolfsbane is forbidden, a crime punishable by death.”

"Don't tell me he's still alive." "That's not the case, Alpha. I found out who he's working with." I agreed. Robertson did confirm to that before his death. "Yes, I already know that. Why don't you tell me something I don't already know." "He's working for a priest." Taken aback, I didn't respond for a moment. How could a priest get involved in such shady line of work. "You mean, one of God's earthly sons?" Carlyle nodded and I let out a bark of laughter. "And they say I'm the bad guy. Now this is way more interesting than fucking mundane females."

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

the lead singer, Warner, announces, throwing an arm over Eli and Carson’s shoulders. I pay no attention to Carson as he makes introductions. I know each member from TV award shows and entertainment sites. Warner Bradshaw, the bad-boy lead singer, wears black from head to toe. His skin-tight jeans, boots, and V-neck t-shirt are his trademark attire. A thick, gold chain around his neck draws my eyes toward the dark chest hair peeking out. I’ve often thought of him as a Jason Momoa look-alike. Although he’s not as bulky in stature, his long, highlighted hair and large forehead resemble the star. His look is never complete without his tousled brown waves touching his shoulders, the mirrored shad

It had a couple pictures from the CCTV footage, I had already seen the footage he sent me through the email, however this report was just an elaborate and labeled version of it. “They’ve got the scorpion tattoo on their arms.” Leonas pointed with his chin towards the men. The scorpion tattoos were an indication of Albanians in Chicago. As far as I was concerned we had nothing going on with them, we weren’t enemies but we stayed off each other's ways. But for this to happen it seemed something was going on. Leonas had found them on the security footage of the dead men’s apartment, the footage that was deleted but Leonas had people on tech who brought it back.

“Yeah, that's right. He had his own sins and I fucking fixed them. Why is everyone making a big deal out of it? You have shot countless people in my presence" “Those people are different. Flavio is the son of one of the most dangerous Capos in Italy. You just proclaimed war. Do you realize this isn't good for any of us?” "They declared us an enemy, didn't they?“ "Of course they did. We are like a competition. Dromos doesn't like competition” "Well I don't like competition either” Shaun stood up."The same way I ate Flavio like a snack. That's the same way his father is going down. I don't care how powerful he thinks he is” I grabbed my car keys and walked out through the front door.

The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.

Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.

“No more than I already have. If it’s any consolation, I suspect Lilith’s death would have thrown her cabal into disarray and left them rudderless. I doubt they’d have the presence of mind to kidnap anyone. They’d be far too busy fighting among themselves over who their next leader should be. She was the strongest of them by far.” It isn’t any consolation whatsoever and I no longer believe a word coming out of Maelor’s mouth. For all I know he has Cerelia tucked away here somewhere, right under my nose. I look at him hard, “If I find out you’ve been deceiving me, I’ll kill you,” I tell him calmly. Maelor smiles at me understandingly, “I’d expect nothing less. I’m not lying to you Soren.” We’

“How many more funerals? Delgado is turning clubs and routes and contacts against each other. While we fight ghosts, he takes the map.” Nolan’s voice was low. “You have made your point.” “Not yet,” she said. She walked to the wall and pulled down the map. Red pins and lines covered the southern routes. “The Road Saints, the Red Wolves, the Ghost Riders were all hit in the last two months. Different places, same tactics. Is it a coincidence?” Cole’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying Delgado is hitting everyone?” “He is clearing the board,” Ashley said. “We are next unless we do something he won’t expect.”