The Lion Sin Of Pride Novels & Stories

Much more manageable. Mind you, that whole parable where Androcles takes the thorn out of the lion’s paw and then they later face off in the amphitheatre to find the winner of Roman Idol sounds a lot like bullshit to me. Would the lion really let Androcles off? Or would he see the other lions all looking at him and think, “I know I owe you, but I can’t let you show me up in front of my mates”?

I, Alexander Leonard Radenor, am only a demon halfway. That’s a fact. But I am, as it turns out, a complete idiot, which, as much as it pains me to say, is also a fact—a stubborn one. They taught me so much, told me so many things, yet no! Pride brings a demon’s fall. Or is it hubris? Damned if I know. They say that pride doesn’t allow a nobleman to fall to his knees before a king, and hubris, before a lord. But I didn’t have quite the same problem.

“I, Destiny, wolf of Liara Haysbert and daughter of Moon Goddess, Selene, using my human’s innocent soul to curse you that….” “Destiny!! Lee, stop your wolf!!” Tiara’s face paled when she heard this. In the earlier days, people used to have the power to curse anyone if their soul was pure. Along with time, humans started turning evil or were surrounded by seven sins named pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth. Tiara knew that Liara’s soul was free from any of the sins, something that was very rare to find. ‘Destiny, please don’t do that, my sister. Please control your temper.’

The anger inside her spread through her limbs, ‘So, he has a Pride but he left my Mother to face my birth alone’ Her eyes flashed dangerously, ‘He had never even fucking acknowledged her’ She spat the fire burning inside her now as she raced forward she would make sure he never forgot her. The Pride scattered in shock as the huge stunning golden Lioness leapt into their centre, she was all razor-sharp teeth and claws. Snarling and biting, the females and their young fled into the bushes terrified, while the four young males surrounded her. It was just what she needed, her blood lust was up and she wanted to kill.

“ And I’m Diamond. “ A hard voice from a man can be heard from the side. His eyes were icy and his hair was curled. But what surprised me the most was that, he have a lot of earrings in his ears. I can even see a huge tattoo from his right arm. Though he’s not my ideal type of guy, but he’s still an amazing one. His looks proves it. “ The sin of pride. “ He added. Why do I feel that I need the ten commandments now? They are all classified as sins but why do they have a perfect physical appearance? I shook my head and looked at the guy who’s obviously in his deepest thoughts. Seems like his mind is not here.

the lion retorted calmly. "Hmm," he exhaled and went on a knee. "I do not think myself a hero neither did I deem myself fit to climb the hill. I'm a male who is only trying to save my brother at all costs. Please I'm sorry if I dishonored this place. I plead that you grant me passage." The lion roared and charged at him but he didn't move an inch. "You can kill me" he murmured as the lion knocked him over. "I'll happily die for my brother" he whispered and a tear dropped from his eye.

Andrew scoffed. "So what if I offended her? I've said before that pride is Luna's greatest sin. One day, it'll come back to bite her." Chantelle shook her head. She agreed, "Pride is the deadliest sin, but before you start pointing fingers, maybe figure out who exactly is being prideful. Lucifer was prideful, sure, and so is Luna. But don't you think they earned that pride?" Andrew snickered. "Maybe they did, but just not in front of me."

A golden male lifted his head and watched us with bored majesty. Daniel leaned back, stretching one arm across the back of the bench behind me. His voice was low. “Funny thing about lions. Everyone thinks they’re about power. But really it’s about possession. The pride, the territory, the mate. Everything is his. Everything belongs to him.” The words made something flicker in my chest. Part unease, part… something else I didn’t want to name.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“