Supreme Deity Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

I quizzed with a quirked brow. "Yes, I realize that. Every being experiences at least one of those sins in a lifetime but you have light energy in you to give you better judgment. It should be easier to not commit all seven the way most of my kind do," he informed which got me thinking. If lust was one of the seven deadly sins and most dark angels experienced it, didn't that mean that they had pointless sex? If they weren't careful, wouldn't that mean there were more hybrids like me or half-bloods like Alina?

“By killing a werewolf, he summoned my mother. She threatened to take his life for killing one of her children but he bargained. He swore fealty to her in exchange for the power he sought. Initially, he had more in common with the werewolves than the vampires we now know. He was a fierce warrior who won many great battles in the name of the moon goddess. He was infatuated with my mother, and she—impressed by his strength and devotion—entered into an affair with him.” Aiden tilted his head, a perplexed expression crossing his handsome features. “So, what went wrong?” Selene recalled the night Vlad betrayed her mother in vivid detail. He had been begging her for more power, to win more battles

You cannot summon yourself, nor refuse the call once chosen. [ 2. There will always be seven participants. When one perishes, another shall take their place. ] [ 3. There are seven trials, each one representing a Sin. Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, and Pride. Each Trial lasts one month in the realm that embodies it. ] [ 4. The goal is simple: Survive. There is no timer, no task, only survival. Yet the world itself will test the nature of your soul. ]

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

Instead, I felt like prey on the altar. High Priest Nikolai stood above me, tall and merciless in his black robes trimmed with silver. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and those piercing eyes pinned me in place. Behind him, the inner circle watched in heavy silence — Brothers Elias, Thorne, and Caius. The men who had whispered promises of belonging when they found me lost and searching. “Vivienne,” Nikolai said, his voice low and rough, carrying through the ancient chamber like smoke. “You came seeking truth. Tonight the goddess will take everything from you… through us.”

His presence consumed the room like a black hole pulling me into a darkness I couldn’t escape. His eyes, when they found mine, were obsidian stars, glittering with the cruelty of gods who had grown bored with their games. His lips, sharp as sin, curved into a smile that promised both ruin and rapture. Every line of his body was a threat—lean, predatory, crafted by some divine hand to seduce and destroy. He was chaos and calm, the eye of a hurricane that promised nothing but destruction once you were too deep to leave. He was the death of me. A whisper of the end wrapped in the guise of a man.

I shook my head. "I don't care. I'll pay it. Whatever price I'll pay it. I'll give anything to forget this place and the monsters within it. I'll destroy this world if that's what it takes. I hate it here. I hate how lonely I am. I miss the sunlight. I miss the fresh air." "If that is what you wish." "It is. It's what I want." "Fine. Then you must get me the seven charms of the seven deadly sins. If you wish to have freedom of this world, I will grant it to you, but only when I have all of them in my possession." My breath hitched my eyes widened.

said the Supreme Deity of Brightness. "Good… That aberrant chimera will be destroyed in no time! After that, we will dissect it and slowly tear it down to bring back the pieces it was made of to their respective graves, alongside the materials that the skeleton stole," said the Supreme Deity of Blood. "Hm… How unfortunate for that soul to have been born in a body that is abhorred by everything…" sighed another Supreme Deity, who resembled a sea of darkness. "Supreme Deity of Darkness are you pitying that fiend?!" asked the Supreme Deity of Brightness.

"The two biggest women... They are possessed, Arianna. They recognized both of us. Your guardian put us here to take them back.” "We can't kill them," I murmured nervously. "We're going to be real prisoners if we do that.” "I thought of the same thing," she said darkly. "But you don't know the worst part. Each demon has a kind of aura that identifies him. We, the seven deadly sins, have a shining aura, indicating that we belong to royalty. They, in addition to having already realized that they are possessed by fallen angels and not just smaller demons, have an aura in shades of red, an aura made of pure lust.”