The Seven Deadly Sins Zeldris Novels & Stories

Elara pressed her hands to the dirt, golden light fading, whispering to herself: “I will survive… even if it kills me.” The thread pulsed one last time before dawn fully broke, reminding her that the curse had begun its work. And that Kael, the Dark Prince, was closer than ever.

When his head snapped back up, he trembled, his bones trying to break free from his flesh. My eyes broke free from the sight when Aleskander came closer. “Want to spend all night staring at Viktor?” he asked, his voice cool and neutral. There was no hint of rage in them. Just plain ol’ Aleskander. I didn't answer him. Instead, my mind did a recap on the file containing the Seven Deadly Sins. Then my mouth widened, realization settling in. “He's Viktor Von Stein? The Sin of Gluttony?” I murmured under my breath.

It was a web of deceit, and right now, the spider sitting in the center felt remarkably incompetent. The plan had been elegant in its conception. Thallium. The poison of the intellect. It mimics a dozen natural illnesses. It strips the victim of their hair, their strength, their mind, until they are nothing but a husk. It was poetic justice for a boy whose very existence was an insult to the purity of the bloodline. But the execution... the execution had been sloppy. The figure tapped the ash onto the floor, indifferent to the mess. I hesitated, they thought, their fingers twitching. I was afraid.

“He’s one of them.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you anywhere. I don’t know you.” “But I know you.” Said the male. “Or more accurately, I know the woman that put that mark on your shoulder.” He grabbed his own shirt and yanked it over his shoulder to reveal an identical mark and Adrian felt his breath punch out of his chest. “Freya marked me too.” Said the male. “I’m Zeldaurus.” It took Adrian a moment to get his bearings. He had known that it was always a possibility that Freya would have other mates out there other than he and Riordan but now that the said mate was confronting him, he felt on the verge of exploding with anger.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

By the deity, his chocolate-colored curls were enough for me to grip while I rode his face till dawn. He smirked at me. I stopped breathing for a moment. My sisters had warned me of these new immortal-like beings that were ravaging the dimensions. They were devils in disguise. Wolves in sheeps’ clothing. They were lethal and manipulative, and would do whatever it took to have everyone kissing their feet. There was no way to tell my sisters how right they truly were. Now, I was stuck with them. I would have to navigate a way out and home. I would seek revenge on every last one involved in my capture, auction and murder of my siblings. There would be blood shed. Carnage.

However, despite all that, Zomzom’s main feeling was the desire to kill. Well, and now this desire had become almost irrelevant. Reive’s prohibition on consuming human flesh no longer upset the dead man. What was the point of being angry if nothing could be changed? When Earl Eridanus’ false servant met any of the real ones, he turned involuntarily away until his eyes flashed red and he promised himself to gnaw some delicious human fingers another time. Now, it was rather dark in Firel. There were no windows in the corridors, and magic lamps weren’t burning everywhere. It seemed that in the wing where he found himself someone had put out all the lights on purpose.

I curled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. “Such a waste, you had potential” Alpha Cade looked over my exposed flesh and I felt disgust roil through me. He stared a few moments longer than necessary before he adjusted a bulge in his pants. “You’re done distracting my son now, you’re not welcome in this pack and if I catch even a hint of your scent here, I’ll break you in before I slit your throat” the threat was a low growl in his throat as he leaned forward toward the bars. I glared into his gaze before he straightened up and nodded once to Troy before strolling out of the dungeons with far too much happiness in his step.

Zared spits out his whisky, “You realise that by killing Ahriman you would become the Luna of Red Star? That everyone will come for you to take Red Star from you?" "Aurum,” I raise an eyebrow and glare at his crotch, “I mean Dysnomia. You said four people? I can think of three.” “My mother, Janus, Amethyst and Emerald, I want to be the one who kills him.” “Was that why you were at the dungeon? “No, today I just wanted to claw him. I want him to suffer.” “If I let you hurt him in every way you want, will you become my mate?” Zared completely takes me by surprise with this proposal.