Seven Immortal Sins Novels & Stories

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

I wished i could turn back the hands of time, we wouldn't have taken the alley that very night… I shouldn't have to see him in my dreams…I shouldn't have met someone so evil as him. His eyes moved to father Reed and he glared at him. His eyes held a murderous look. Like, if he'd been given a second chance, he'd relive what he'd done over again. "The lord won't forgive your heinous crime! He'll send you to the deepest part of hell, he'll torture you eternally!" My hands felt numb from all the punching. He didn't even look like he was hurting from all the hitting. "You bloody sinner! I—" I choked on my words as his hand wrapped around my neck in a vice-like grip.

My body bore their permanent marks with pride, my heart full of a dark, all-consuming love. The scholar who had once hidden in dusty ruins had risen as the Queen of Eternal Flames. The Abyss was ours to rule, the mortal realms protected, and our future bright with the promise of heirs and endless nights of sin. The summoning ritual had been the spark. Our eternal reign of shadows, power, and rapture would burn through the ages, a legend whispered in both worlds. In their arms, every night promised new depths of pleasure, new heights of dominance, and an unbreakable bond that transcended time itself. I had embraced the sin, and in return, it had crowned me queen.

“We just got started.” She reached for her bag on the floor and pulled out the black plastic package. Stacy's eyes widened. A smile played on Kevin's face. Emerald tore it open and stepped into the harness, adjusting straps unto the massive dildo stood proud against her hips. She stroked it once, then crawled back onto the bed. She kissed Stacy slowly and deep, easing her back on the bed, and Stacy laid between her thighs. Emerald settled between her thighs, rubbing the silicone against her waist folds.

— I’ll let you live, Volkov, — Caelith says — if you tell me how you found out she’s an umbra. Volkov lifts his chin, defiant. — You think you’re the only one who buys secrets from the enemy, Caelith? — All this time I kept wondering why you called her a ‘greater sin’… — he brushes his jaw with his thumb. — What could be more sinful than a Nephilim? Volkov pales beside me. The younger one falters, loosening his grip just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath. — The greater sin, — Caelith goes on, voice rising, — would be a double one, wouldn’t it? The child born of a woman who sold her blood and her body, and a man who vowed his life to God!

"I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people." "Innocent?" she screamed, the word ripping from her throat. She tried to lunge forward, the handcuffs clattering violently against the metal bed frame. "Nobody in that house is innocent! You all lived off the blood of people like my mother! You think your 'sorry' fixes it? It doesn't bring her back! It doesn't fix twenty-eight years of being a nobody in my own father’s house!"

"His body was completely limp, and every bone in him was broken. He died such a horrible death. Who was there to save him?" "Adam has never suffered since he was little," she continued. "If he's thirsty or hungry, he can crawl out and eat by himself. If he has even a little bit of guilt, he should stay inside and atone for his sins, praying that Andy's soul can finally rest in peace!" She straightened herself. "And don't worry. He's not locked inside. I specifically told them not to nail the coffin shut yet. And he's not numb. If he feels suffocated, he'll push the lid open himself to get some air.

Like a dried-up well. Nobody cared. Not about her. “A rootless cultivator isn’t a cultivator,” he’d said, gentle as if reciting poetry. “She’s a stain.” Her father didn’t even glance at her. Her brothers looked at her like someone finally lifted a heavy weight from their shoulders. So when a fire ripped through the estate—probably some rival assassin targeting the scripture vault—nobody looked for the disgraced third daughter. She became part of the casualties, one less problem on their ledgers.

“Okay, elaborate.” “My clan heard about the immortal baby,” “And,” “Will you let me finish what I’m saying?” “Okay, just say it.” “Vampire Society has an absolute law that Immortal Babies should be executed. They are seen as a threat. When someone is turned into a vampire, their age will stop and if a baby is turned, they’d stay that age and size eternally. They were a threat because they kill senselessly and will until they're dead.” “What makes her in danger?”