Seven Sins Wrath Novels & Stories

(THE LAST TWO SINS) “SIN OF WRATH AND GLUTTONY.” Nate whispers, for the two of them finally got into the point where Aira will now only inform him of the last two embodiments of the sins. Which the first, the sin of wrath is someone that he expects to be the worst out of the bunch. “Very well.” Aira immediately gave him what he wanted. Now with the softer tone and mood, defining her ideals and heart of hating the sin of greed more than anyone else among the entire seven.

Anger fills up the magma chamber But all I see is fear The flower bloomed differently. It faced the sunset instead. With blood she united us Wherever I am she will be All will be forgotten in the next life. With the blood of my beloved she cursed me The sin that bought me love The sin that taste sweet and warm She has cursed the sinner and the sin Even the sinner will curse this sin When her blood blooms lava will erupt There will be thunder and lightning Then they will be united The blood of sinners will be one again

Mara sucked the blood that was coming out of her lips because she bit it hard enough to make it bleed and it somehow calmed her down. Just when she was about to get off her bed, someone kicked which threw her from her bed to the balcony. The spell of time surrounding her came undone and when she opened her eyes to lash out to whoever kicked her, her bloodlust decreased as she stares at the furious demon in front of her. Wrath's wings are flaming black and purple while he's holding a sword made of dark energy and electricity. Without a word, Wrath swung his sword with a goal to at least chop off a finger.

And the earth beneath me buckled, cracked, groaned like it wanted to weep. The battlefield froze. Wolves. Witches. Demons. Even Aldrian. Everything stopped. Because the air was no longer air. It was wrath. My wrath. The ancient kind. The kind that didn’t forgive. The kind that razed kingdoms and drowned gods. The kind the world once sealed away for a reason. I felt it break loose inside me. Like a dam shattering. Like a scream without end. And still, I let it go. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know how.

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all

So when Zephyr announced I was to be crowned as Luna, the first human Luna in Wrath history, they came To not just to witness it, but stand behind him, although Zeph had hinted at Zeb's initial reluctance to accept me. Zephyr explained to me that the Wrath family legacy was built by his father, Julius, and his three brothers: Zeb, Stefan, and Andreas. Julius had been the Alpha, the eldest, and the leader of their pack. His brothers served as his loyal Betas. Together, they made up the original Wrath Pack, back when all Wrath blood ran under a single roof, a single rule and a single bond. But when Julius died, the pack didn't collapse, it changed.

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

My chest heaved, each breath ragged and furious. “Is this revenge for your wound?” I rasped, trying to mask the tremor in my voice. “Revenge?” He smirked, licking the mark he’d left. “No, little wolf. Just a punishment.” “This won’t break me!” I shouted, shoving weakly against him. “Motherfucker!” He pinned me again, his breath hot against my ear. “We’ll see how long that defiance lasts. Because you will beg. Not for mercy…” His lips ghosted my throat. “…but for more.”

he whispered in a hiss, grabbing my wrist to yank my hand away from his face. His grip was tight, bruising, but it only made me smile wider. "I am a man of God. I will repent for this. I will spend the rest of my life on my knees begging for forgiveness, and He will wash this filth away." "You can pray until your knees bleed, Edmund, but you'll never forget the way I taste," I promised, stepping even closer. "You think a few prayers are going to make you forget how tight I was? How good it felt when you finally broke your vow? You’re ruined. You know it, and God knows it."

A nose ring dangled softly on his nose, and the aura wafting through him reminded me of Callum even in my pain. Just like Callum, he screamed confidence, ruthlessness, and dominance. He was beautiful, too, with a spider tattoo on his left eye and an ugly scar dragging down from the side of his face to his neck like he was clawed by a wild animal. When Callum's presence spoke of darkness and magnetism, his was sharp and terrifying. “What am I doing here?" I asked again, assuming he was someone who held more power than the other men. “How did I get here?" I didn’t care about the blood that slid past the corner of my lips as I spoke, my throat tightening like a stick was forced down it. My voic