Seven Sins Wrath Novels & Stories

Wrath was a storm in a body. Last came Sloth. Heavy, endless, a gray robe dragging like funeral cloth. A massive hood hid a bowed head; chains coiled around slack arms, but they did not bother to break free. Each step shook the earth not with force but with the weight of arrested motion—an oppressive stillness that threatened to swallow breath and will. Seven of them. My shadows. My sins. My army. They turned to me and, as one, lowered their heads. In that moment the forest — the world itself — knew.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

he didn't seem fazed by the topic or uncomfortable but I knew deep down he was itching for this conversation to end. "Well that clears some stuff up, at least we know the wrath I feel toward Lucifer can be justified by what I am. Then you have the undeniable pride that I've displayed over the years. I guess all I need to do is add greed, gluttony, envy, and laziness to the list and I'd be the poster boy for the seven sins." "You're only half demon, Zion." "So I only experience half the amount of the deadly sins. You do realize how ridiculous that sounds?" I quizzed with a quirked brow.

And what I saw shattered me. The Seven weren’t born evil. They were made monsters by the same power we were using now. They gave us fire and when we turned that gift into cages and weapons, when we feared what we couldn’t control… We burned them. A memory hit me. It was a battlefield, ash falling like snow. A woman, radiant, golden-skinned, burning at the seams, reaching out as a sword plunged into her heart. “I gave you flame to warm you,” she said, “not to worship me, not to fear me.”

He was just like beautiful piece of art and she could never get enough of his beauty, his perfect and sexy abs was visible as he had left his shirt unbottoned. His perfect hard chest was eye catching and she felt her mouth water at the sight of it. The man was none other than Wrath, the sixth deadly sin. He had taken the form of humans like his fellow devils. “ I'd give you anything you want ” Serefina said and shook her boobs in front of Wrath. “ Anything ? ” he said and she nodded her head. “ I'm actually thirsty ” “ I can give you my blood as always ” Serefina said.

"Is that worse than the seven years you already spent giving up everything for everyone else?" The words left my mouth before I could think about them, and I watched them land. Lara flinched like I had slapped her, and I immediately wished I could take them back. Not because they weren't true, but because the look on her face told me she already knew they were, and hearing them from someone else made it real in a way she wasn't prepared for. "I'm sorry," I said. "That was out of line." "Yes, it was." "I shouldn't have..."

This was a sacrifice, a necessary evil, a lie I had to live to get my vengeance. Ethan groaned as he thrust faster, his hips were like a powerful, frantic motion. The sounds of skin colliding was making it sound so pleasurable as I moaned, biting his shirt. The sound was not of a woman in love, but of a beast in a cage. He moaned so loud as he dug his fingers in my ass as he thrust so fast. The pain, the pleasure, the hatred, it was all a frantic, beautiful, and terrifying mix.

He traced the soaked fabric, pressing lightly against her clit. Lila whimpered, hips lifting off the seat. “Sir… someone might see.” “Let them,” he said, voice rough. “Let them watch how wet my little maid gets for me.” Traffic thickened ahead—an accident miles away, cars crawling, horns blaring. Then the sky cracked open. Rain slammed against the windshield, heavy and sudden, turning the world gray and blurred. Mr. James cursed softly, pulling onto the shoulder where the road widened slightly. The Hellcat’s engine growled low as he killed the ignition.

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

"I am going to kill you." "I am waiting." Reuel raised his brows and leaned forward with his hands clasped on his knees. "Show us how you will kill us." Craig narrowed his eyes, his rage and hatred consuming him completely. He was not in his sane mind, and all he could think about was how his lavish life had been destroyed in seconds. And it was two men before him responsible for it. "Why?" That was all he could manage to say. He was devoid of his gun to take any action. Damn, the club rules and he was in the Sepehr empire where the Sepehr twins, Azael and Reuel, were the rulers.