Seven Deadly Sins Next Gen Novels & Stories

The group of four sat in a diner in town. The only diner in Sunhill that is always open anytime. They had the picture of the dead body in front of them, and the picture of the woman they saw at the gas station. "So what's next?" Fred interrupted the awkward silence between them. They exchanged glances. "Let's start with Nora and Alice," Reggie said. "What about us?" Nora asked. "How about you both quit attacking each other and try to get along?" Reggie said.

When I was young, I’ve heard a story about Seven Deadly Sins. Everyone born in this world with seven twins that linked by sin, one soul for one sin. When someone is dead, the sin will passed to other twin until one person inherit all seven sins and become a Completed One. Why someone must live with that sin? I guess I know it now. July 28, 2045. Sovereignty Dorm number 78. There was emergency status after strange cloud showed up near the area.

I asked him in my pillow talk voice. “Hm?” Came his hum of a response, I could feel the rumbling in his chest as he made the sound against my back. “My dad… my mom mentioned that my dad had committed all seven sins and that it was game over for him, what does that mean?” Damien took a long inhale “It means that he is a level four now.”

Caleb asked. “Shortly after I returned home, this one appeared, and he couldn’t stop from groping me. I couldn’t get anything from him other than an extreme amount of lustful words. I couldn’t handle what he was saying, so I made it so he couldn’t speak.” Selene said as she waved her hand again, and the pink-eyed Zeke disappeared. “But how are there two Zeke’s?” Caleb asked. I was seriously starting to question Caleb’s intelligence. Even if I didn’t understand half of what was going on, I could understand that Selene was referencing that each Zeke was the embodiment of one of the seven deadly sins: Wrath and Lust.

What I did not succeed at was making them angels. They are nothing like angels. And they are nothing like demons; they are worse. Greed smiles, unbothered by my anger. He has no fear. It seems as though he knows that I will not harm him. And that is the truth; I will not harm any of the seven, because if I do, I will in turn be hurting myself. The same way I resurrected November, that is the same way I created the seven deadly sins. I gave a part of me to create them. They are a part of me. They are sins. And I am Sin in the flesh.

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.”

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

I sighed loudly, closing my eyes as I held my head. “I cracked it all, buddy, but planning to kill your own blood isn’t going to get you anywhere higher. Instead, you will be breaking one of the table’s rules. That can get you out of the business, you know that, death would be your destiny,” I growled in frustration, turning my gaze at him. “What he fucking did to me was brotherly?” I lashed. “No. What he did is not accepted by any of us. He stabbed us in our backs.” Massimo calmly stated, even his smooth voice wasn’t enough to calm my nerves. I needed to be in Jennifer’s fragile arms. Only that could give me a sigh of relief.

The sound felt deafening in the quiet room. She looked at the screen. It was Jaeyoung. Zayren saw her expression change, saw the hesitation flicker across her face, but he said nothing. For once, he wanted her to choose him willingly. Sarang’s heart pounded violently as realization hit her, she was about to forgive him, about to walk back into his arms. But she had promised Jaeyoung she wouldn’t let Zayren take Reynez away from them. And now Zayren didn’t just want his son. He wanted her too.

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled