Seven Sins Wrath Novels & Stories

“My peace, my pride, my company. To think that you would have the guts to buy shares to overthrow me.” “Let's not forget that it was my company to begin with,” I uttered, my lower lip trembling. “Oh, really?” I stood up quickly, trembling. “It’s business, Killian. You made enemies when you betrayed me.” He turned back towards me, holding something small and metallic. Immediately I noticed it was a camera, my stomach dropped. “What… what are you doing with that?” I asked, my voice shaking. He smirked again, raising the camera slightly. “This,” he said, “is my way of fighting back. You take my company, I take your reputation.”

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

He immediately shifts his gaze back out the window. "Bad example.” Ira taps her foot against the floorboards impatiently. "Being Wrath is wonderful. It means everyone is terrified of me, and I don't feel guilt for killing mortals." Sinful closes his eyes. "We get it..." "Fine, don't kiss Cian if it wounds you so much," Ira sighs, pushing away from the couch to approach Lev instead, my heart rate reading up at their proximity. "But I'm not satisfied. Why don't you kiss the mortal boy, who looks at you like he'll get on his knees and beg for me to take his life over yours."

I want them to pay for what they did to my wife. "Three are dead. Only the leader is left alive." Then she slipped out of the hug. "Who is he?" I ask. I want to know that idiot is. It's a sin against God, but I want that animal's life to end in my hands. I can if I will. I will make him suffer like hell in my hands until he himself ends his life. "His name is Kranky. But he's not the one you should face. It's the person who ordered him." Hatred and angry are in her eyes while saying that asshole's name.

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

“W-what do you mean?” “You do understand that you are bound to me, right?” “A-and?” “I can sense your emotions… And right now, all I can feel from you is anger, the thirst for revenge against the people who wronged you. And I can make that happen, Olivia. I can help you with that revenge. I am Azazel, the Demon Prince of Wrath… I am exactly the power you will need.”

The sound of dark creatures crawling out of the crater of fire intensified and filled the air and suddenly, the front door of the mansion was smashed in. Threatening growls emitted from the lycanthropes as a dark figure floated into the room. He had the face of a human, but every lycanthrope in the room knew who it was. It was Satan, one of the seven deadly sins. The sin of wrath. His glowing red eyes scanned the room of lycanthropes, searching for a particular face. His already furious face turned more furious as he didn't see the person he was searching for.

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?