Seven Deadly Sins Pride Novels & Stories

Hence, I was included in my siblings' reputation. So, now they called us The Seven Deadly Sins, minus four. It will be called the Three Deadly sins. The student made a secret poll to which my siblings and I placed. Athena has wrath because she fights for her family and has much more temper than Ares. For my brother, they gave him gluttony because he craved more power. As a little kid, he was weak, leading to other kids bullying him, then he powers himself up by fighting and becoming more assertive. For me, they put me as pride. At first, I couldn't face others who had hurt me and shut down. But the only thing I have to believe is myself. The more I accept my problems and myself I can face an

“You want me to tell you—” “Confess,” he butts in, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “I want you to tell me the truth. You wanted me to find you like this, didn’t you? That you like being my dirty, fucking secret, my dirty slut. Confess all your sins to your very own devil.” That word again, rubbing me in all the places I never knew I needed. Being degraded, pushed beneath his metaphorical hold on me, while also chasing his approval, wanting to tell him to make him want me just as terribly as I want him.

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

"We know that means you just don't agree with where your own intelligence has led you." I gave him a bored look. "Alright, Mr Nosey." Xavier chuckled at me softly, I gave him a small smile. "The elder said it would 'dull' me." I said, feeling their attention shift to considering and attentive. "My Heat causes my primal needs to amplify," I considered for a moment. "In human terms, it's a mix of the seven deadly sins; lust, glutton, sloth, pride, envy and wrath." Theo rose a brow. "You feel envious?"

He could do it again and permanently this time. "You said you two were friends. So why the fuck would you want to absorb him?" I asked, not like his answer would do much to make me understand. Nothing could make me understand him killing Cyrus. "Don't you sometimes wish to be your friend?" his cheerful tone threw me off. He was psychotic to say the least. "To have that power… the seven deadly sins are considered gods in hell. Every human possesses at least three. I want the respect that comes with the title and the power they effortlessly feed on."

“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.”

“Father?” “To claim you have never been tempted by the flesh is to deny the fallen nature of humanity. To place yourself above the rest of us. Above temptation itself. That is pride. And pride dressed as holiness is the most dangerous sin of all.” Heat flooded my face. Shame mixed with something sharper. Defensiveness. “I didn’t mean it like that. I only meant—” “You meant exactly what you said.” His voice stayed calm. Firm. “You must confess it properly. Now.”

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

I mocked, "Does you pride hurts realizing that I am superior than you in many ways than one when I'm fully a demon?" Mortem is annoyed as he said, "I guess we won't find out because I'll be killing you now." "You just couldn't let that pride go, couldn't you?" I said, "You just had to be the best- number one." "What can I say? That's the original sin after all, Tate." Mortem said as he lunged at me using his pesky shadows to force me inside the death ring where instant death awaits for the defeated one. It's barbaric which is my father, Satan got rid of it during his reign but demons being demons, insisted we keep it.

It made me realize that even though I have taken many insults from these people because of their jealousy of my looks but I wasn't really letting bygone be bygone as all the insults I heard and received so far made it back to my mind. I was puzzled at first but then I later realised that I can never take any insult and let go. Pride is in my blood, is in our blood, the Luther blood, how can I just let go of humiliation? If not because those people were ants in my eyes I would have killed them all as all the insults I have received flashed in my mind. And I didn't kill them for another reason, which is because I want to leave a room negotiation with the Lord of this base, because once I start