Seven Deadly Sins Zodiac Signs นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Humanitas erit sacrificium si non sanguinis humani aestus avertere. He points to the section with the word Geminis. I read it out loud, “For destiny and The Creator cannot change that which is meant to be. Gemini shall be divided. One of death and destruction. The Devil shall lose his love, and humanity shall be lost. Only humanity shall be a sacrifice, if it were not in the blood of humanity, to turn the tide.” My throat clogs, and my voice stutters at the mention of the devil losing his love. Fallon places his hand on my shoulder as if to keep me grounded.

"What's happened, Rocco?" I asked with a fever as I hurried into my SUV. "Niles DeMarco's dead, Tony Rizzio's been shot, Mario Pugliese's dead, and Ollie DiNiro has been shot, Sir," Rocco answered as he continued to wipe the blood and sweat from his face. "Who was it?" I demanded, as I looked back at my cousin. "Who the hell hit me? Who had the gall enough to hit the most potent family without a blessing?"

Five different poisons coiled around him like a black chain of order, imparting those spirits in hell with the seven deadly sins. A true immortal who approaches that area would fall into ruin in that split second. Their six senses would be weakened, and the five poisons would enter their body. The seven sins would befall them, along with a slew of other disasters. Eventually, the true immortal would drown in everything and become one of the evil Rakshasas.

“You said that to piss me off, didn’t you?” “I want your attention. I demand it. So yeah. What do you have to say about that? What if I am falling in love with you? What will you do?” “Then I will get that love out of your system because it shouldn’t be happening. Not to the future luna of our pack. Demons don’t fall in love, darling. It’s either lust or…” I let her go and looked at Xanthea through the monitor “…greed. In the mortal world, love might not be one of the seven deadly sins, but in this hell, it’s the only sin. The only curse that can kill. The only disease that has no cure. So, don’t let it infect you.”

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.“

But my major interest was to get my double reward and maybe more as he said. The song bled into another, slower, filthier. I turned, hair swinging across my bare shoulders, and there it was—the circle he’d described. Seven men in the VIP pit, leather banquettes curved like a throne. No ropes, just an invisible wall of money. I recognized two faces from the kind of magazines that never made it to the stores I know. Silver at the temples, cufflinks catching the strobes, laughing low and careless. One of them lifted a glass in my direction, lazy approval. My pulse kicked.

I whispered in shock. I heard Caspian clear his throat. “Yeah about that, she fit the description too.” That's too weird. And now I'm starting to think the moon goddess's clues were wrong. “Which of them?” I asked carefully. “For one, she's a Sagittarius. Born November 26th.” I knew it was stupid when Nyla said we were looking for Sagittarius girls! Nobody believed zodiac signs meant anything, right? But I'm willing to put my personal beliefs aside if that helps lift the curse.

Maybe my fate would’ve been worse — in the hands of the Sentinels, or another clan. — Guess that puts us at a standstill, then — I admit. He doesn’t look away, and that unwavering focus feels… dangerously thrilling. — Tell me something humans don’t know — I say, wanting to keep him talking. — I’ll tell you something about me in return. Samiel lifts an eyebrow, and for a moment I think he’ll refuse. But then he turns fully toward me, close enough that his heat seeps into my skin. — The zodiac signs — his deep, rough voice travels straight through me. — They’re real. Personalities shift with the stars. I don’t know why He made it that way. Maybe He got lazy creating unique souls.

But as sleep claims me, his face swims in the darkness—green eyes, scarred hands, voice like sin. Restless dreams follow. A figure in black, approaching through mist. Hands reaching, not to bless, but to claim. I wake gasping, sheets damp with sweat, the ache deeper now. Obsession? No, just curiosity. Temptation? Perhaps. But power... whose? His, or the one stirring in me? The bell tolls midnight. I kneel by my bed, whispering Hail Marys. Full of grace. But grace feels far away tonight, replaced by something darker, intimate, charging the air like thunder waiting to break.