The Seven Deadly Sins Zeldris Novels & Stories

Killer's Instinct, one soul split in two. Brown fur, the one who changes. False name, who is who. Values split, come together. Trapped past, light and dark. Burning desire, vengeance closer. Black flames, for the ark.) "The name Zel means Demon's Claw." Says Girod after noticing Fenrir had finished reading. "I was hoping that the rest would be familiar to you." Fenrir sets the paper down on the table and keeps staring at it. "I don't understand the last line. Everything else I can relate to."

“I don’t want to be there. As a matter of fact, I want nothing to do with you or your family.” “Aria,” Kael said quietly, his tone steady, not a flicker of emotion breaking through. “Where is that coming from?” “It was never a request,” my father interrupted, his words firm, final. “You will be there.” Aria’s breath hitched as she took a step back, disbelief clouding her eyes. “And what if I don’t, King Aiden?” A slow smile stretched across his face, cruel and calm. “Then your sister, Zima, will bear the consequences. Wolfsbane was found on her after she attempted to murder me. You know wolfsbane is forbidden, a crime punishable by death.”

I explained. “Hmm, I see,” she mumbled while preparing two sandwiches. Bringing them to the kitchenette, she handed me one and then sat down next to me. “You're a druid wolf and will have a high sex drive. That is probably why Dante thinks poorly of you. Plus, I personally believe that Goddess Medeina was a full-blood druid,” she shook her head, then took a bite. Furrowing my brow, I screwed up my face and growled, “Then WHY is HE my mate?!

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled

( Zaralis is a continent mostly populated by dragons and several other dangerous reptiles like leviathans, basilisks etc. Prideful and rarely asking for help unless they are on their last legs. Some won't even call for help until they die. Nor would they admit they need help when asked. Their pride won't let them. “You aren't cold?” He scoffed. “Then why, pray tell, is there a veritable mountain of fabric piled around you? Why do you look like a besieged monarch hiding in her treasury?” “...” ' ...Why does he always have me tongue tied?'

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

I tell him as we walk inside the giant dome-like building where mermaids were teaching fish to play instruments and stuff. However, the main part where we were standing, was not filled with water, but air. The rooms around us were made of glass and filled with water. This is just like 'The Little Mermaid'. "You are so dumb," Death says disappointedly, as he shakes his head at me "Oh wow, I asked for your opinion," I say sarcastically "Actually, it was a fact," he replies smugly "What will be a fact is when my foot is shoved up your-" "As much as we love your couple's quarrel," Zeus started as Death and I glared at him for calling it that, "You guys can suppress all that sexual tension in Hel

Those forest green eyes now glassy and red, lashes soaked, lip trembling as if he was forcefully trying to hold back the rest of the tears. Zedekiel's chest burned with fury and grief as he held Ron tighter and there was nothing he wanted to do more than beat the living shit out of Dareth. He didn't really know Thalindra but he had felt a slight connection to her when she came down to earth with Ron, like a silent kinship of divinity. Besides, the goddess had stalled Dareth long enough for all of them to be brought back. She didn't deserve such a brutal, merciless kind of death.

Too bad and too late, he already did. "Answer me! What is so bad about this child growing inside me hat you just can't take?" I asked him. There was no answer. I sighed. This zombie mode was the worst thing ever, it was hard to get anything through to him while he was being like that. I wanted to slap him across the face, but I didn't want to touch him because I knew he'd stop me from slapping him, which would mean he'd hold my hand in his, which would mean I'd lose control over myself and be just what he wants me to be; Liquid.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.