The Seven Deadly Sins Zeldris Novels & Stories

Vladimir needed to do something to eradicate it. “Brat, are you alright?” Isaac asked once again as he noticed how disturbed his brother turned. “Go home and rest. I want to be alone,” Vladimir ordered his younger brother before stroding out of there. His mind once again went into the darkness. Everything around him was suffocating him. Vladimir Sokolov was known as the Sinner. His enemies cry in fear when they hear his name but right now He himself was a mess. A complete Mess! The tension inside him needed to be released. There was only one way to do it.

Deep inside, there was only emptiness. Why were Mommy and Daddy sad? Wasn't this what they wanted? They didn't have to worry about me anymore. They could have another child and live a happy life without fearing a cursed soul like me would ruin everything. Out of the blue, Mommy began pounding the coffin in a frenzy. Her hands were cut open by the nails, blood oozing in shocking streaks. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't know… Oh, Adam, my boy!"

It had never crossed his mind that someone from Darshia could be so terrifying! "He's…so strong!" Zenoah's mouth widened in surprise and he wondered if he was mistaken. He originally thought that Zachariah, Sheila, and the others would die that day, but he did not expect that the young man who came in with his elder brother would have such terrifying strength. "Don't you dare kill me. You'll be dead if you do!" Jon retreated slowly with every step that Severin took toward him. Severin smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, this is Darshia, and Darshia is also known as Dracodom. Do you know why that is?"

Christie’s voice cut through the air, and the room quieted instantly. Zeda turned to look at her where she sat at a corner, surrounded by her loyal girls. Knowing she had gotten the attention of the room, she got to her feet and sauntered to the middle of the room. “Now that Mr. Carl and the triplets are not here, you all can be honest and speak freely,” she said with a sly smile that perfectly replicated Sloan’s. Zeda knew "the triplets" was what they called Vyr, Rylan, and Draven online because they were always seen together.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.

I went in and saw a similar newspaper lying on the table. When I opened it to the page where I saw Rhio’s face, the complete heading read… SUMMIT MASSACRE. I scanned through the article and passed by a summary of the Zel Cantheliz Massacre. Below it was the writer’s extended commentary that said… “The Zel Cantheliz lineage carries the genes of the devil. They are inhumane beings who bring forth merciless activities. They are bloodlust predators…Animals…” My knees weakened and the newspaper slipped from my hands. Rhio wasn’t like that.

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.

“But how is she merging with Apolliana? I thought the reason Le Créateur made her human was so that her human could restrain her angel. Didn’t the Siren say that Lana would have to die for Apolliana to rise?” I shake my head, “I also assumed the same. But then I thought about what has changed since the scales were rectified. What is to happen now that Azazel and Zoe are together, and Bree and Fallon realized the Eru’s prophecy?” I snap my fingers, and an ancient tome appears in my hands. “We found this deep in my library. It’s a similar interpretation to the one of The Book of Kings.” I flip through the book until I reach the page that I am searching for. “Resurgemus mundos viros neque sanct

The Seven Elders rose to their feet as Princess Griselda passed by them. The smile on her face widened at every step she took. The seven elders smiled at one another at her beautiful image. Selda kept her eyes on Zenith who was also staring back at her. She did not want to feel disappointed because there was no emotion written on his face except his signature blank face. As she reached his front, she bowed with her hands intertwined and rose back. Zenith’s eyes traced the Lycan’s pattern on the purple dress she wore. This was the first time in years he has seen the Purple Lycan dress known for the Female Royals.