Seven Sins Wrath Novels & Stories

Let him suffer. Payback’s a bitch.

"Corbin, you never understood what a true mate is." "I do! I understand now!" "No, you don't." I took Rhys's hand. "A true mate doesn't shatter his other half seven times over." Rhys squeezed my hand and issued a final warning to Corbin. "This is the last time. If you ever touch my Luna again, the Stormclaw Pack will consider it an act of war." I let Rhys lead me away, and I didn't look back. As we got in the car, I could still hear Corbin's desperate howls behind us.

My eyes were red with rage as I shouted, "Don't you dare!" But Susan misread my reaction as fear. Her smug grin widened as she smashed the crystal ball into my face. Pain shot through me, and blood blurred my vision. The shattered fragments on the floor took me back to the year our parents died in the car crash. I had gotten down on my knees before their coffins and sworn to protect Harper. And now, I hadn't even managed to protect the things they left behind. Worse still, Harper was lying naked in the hall, stripped of all dignity.

Bile coats my throat, and my heart aches with jealousy. I grind my teeth as I fight back tears. My blood pulses loudly in my ears. I attempt to breathe through my nose, hoping to keep my pain from showing, from spilling out for all to see. I won't rain on their parade and dampen their excitement. I might hate them for having what I cannot, but I'm not evil. I'll keep a tight lid on my pain.

We continued eating breakfast when the mind link suddenly opened up for me and Sebastian. It would seem that the dark warlock has approached them. Bridget started, “Can I help you?” He replied, “You can. My name is Payne. I am a dark warlock. Can we talk for a bit?” Bridget replied, “Sure. What would you like to talk about?” He sighed, “I need to know why my father had to die in your war. He wasn’t in Dune’s coven.” Bridget replied, “A lot of dark warlocks died needlessly in that war. It was because Dune’s father, Remus, had placed a spell on many covens to make them attack us. It wasn’t until after the spell was discovered, and broken, that we discovered they were fighting against their wil

Jes gritted her teeth at his words. "Do we have a deal Jes?" Raphael raised his brow in question, the smirk still intact on his face. "You know what you can shove your deal up your ass because I resign." Jes snarled. "Sue me!" She spat the words at him. She hated not being in control of the situation and currently, Raphael was cornering her. The smirk fell off Raphael's face at her reaction. "Is it because of who I am?" Raphael question. "You were fine before knowing that I'm Raphael Andrew." He added.

Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.

I screamed as he drove into me, the angle hitting that perfect spot with every brutal thrust. “Look at me,” he ordered, hand returning to my throat. His storm-gray eyes burned into mine as he fucked me mercilessly. “Watch your husband ruin you.” I couldn’t look away. His powerful body moved above me, muscles flexing, tattoos shifting with every thrust. Sweat glistened on his chest. He was beautiful and terrifying — a god of violence and possession claiming what he’d bought. “Azrael I’m going to cum” I gasped, nails raking down his back.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

"Trying to destroy the heart? By all means, try." He intentionally lowered the defenses over his chest. The Heart of Wrath sat exposed, throbbing violently. Siron lunged forward, hand outstretched to touch it. But as his fingers nearly grazed the stone, he was hit by an overwhelming wave of negative emotion: rage, hatred, pain, and betrayal. It wasn't just Alaric’s, it was the collective fury of everyone who had ever felt wrath in this place, thousands of years of accumulated hate. Siron stumbled, nearly blacking out. The heart acted like a vacuum, trying to swallow him whole.