Seven Sins Wrath Novels & Stories

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

“LETS SEE YOU TRY!” The sword that Daniel held in his hand appeared, as if from thin air. His feet lifted off the ground as he swung it at Wrath. Lust screamed as she realized that Wrath was cut from his shoulder to his hip. The wound singed as his torso slid off the rest of his body. Daniel laughed as the body evaporated. Sins don’t bleed, they don’t really die. The only way to actually kill a Sin is to kill them in Hell. “I guess it's back to hell with you, huh.” Daniel said. “And on that note stay out of my way or that,” he pointed to the scorch mark on the cement where Wrath's body lay. “will be you.”

Then in addition, his eyes are silver with white horns on his head and a collar around his neck that has red stones with the word WRATH. Cream's the mirror opposite of Ber. Wearing the exact same thing, except his outfit is white, and his hair is Ber's red while his irises are red with a red halo around his forehead, and his collar with white stones spelling SLOTH. I always knew they were hot, I'd be blind not to notice it, but now— I haven't felt as close to heaven and hell as I feel just looking at them. "It's actually a pretty idea," He says with a grin, "This whole seven deadly sins thing. Suits us."

" He stammered, scrambling for lies to cover things up. "I'm just an ordinary guy! What could I have done? I didn't want Mia to get hurt either!" An ordinary guy who could afford a villa in the suburbs. An ordinary guy driving a multi-million-dollar luxury car. An ordinary guy with a monthly income in the ten-thousands. "Kieran, have you ever heard of the saying—never provoke a mother, especially one who's lost her mind?" Dagger in hand, I cut open his shirt. Whipping out my marker pen, I drew a circle over where his kidney was. I let the tip of my blade glide along his skin, stirring a wave of shivers through his body.

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

Lust kneeled on the ground crying while his lover Greed console him who has a grim face, Gluttony and Sloth mouth agape as their eyes going red, tears threatening to spill from their eyes when they saw how Wrath fell and blood seeped out on his chest and mouth. Jophiel's ones lovely golden eyes now slowly turned to crimson red and a pinkish hue. His ones white as snow, now a crimson red color. His aura a dark one as blood and thorny roses emerge from her. Wrath seeing his beloved Jophiel in this though in pain, touched his cheeks tenderly trying to calm him. But Jophiel continued to released blood and thorny roses that seem to flood the whole ground and all fell on the ground as they choked

His dark aura pulsed like a black sun, casting an eerie glow across the tomb. Around him, the spirits of the seven deadly sins—Pride, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Lust—gathered in eerie harmony. They spoke in hushed tones, plotting their next move. They were powerful beings, ancient and destructive, planning to break the barrier that kept them from entering the world of the living, from entering the Christ—the realm they could dominate. "Time is running out," Nihil's voice echoed through the tomb, chilling and commanding. "We must act swiftly. Once we break the seal, we can bring this world to its knees."

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

Forgiveness was never in my journal, I didn't even forgive my men for any betrayal, so why would i forgive the fucking gringo. A burning rage courses through my veins whenever I relent in a kill. Sabotages was one of the biggest fucking sin in our world, I had no place for it. At least the rage and burning desire had dissipated a bit.