Tristan 7 Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

The girl scoffed and smoothly leaped onto the counter, crossing her perfect long slim legs. "Hades will shackle you in the deepest part of Tartarus if your indulgence ruins his plans",the girl who was called Lilith snarled at him and grabbed the glass of blood he held. Her eyes were filled with displeasure as she watched the devil beside her. Laziness was really a sin and she was having a hard time keeping up with Belphegor. He was a sloth after all. Belphegor, one of the seven deadly sins on Tartarus that had been banished by Riven centuries ago, looked up at Lilith and smirked lazily.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

"You were so selfish! You were so obsessed with your 'new beginning' that you didn't even notice the woman who had been your spine for years was dying right in front of you." Tristan began to cry. Not the quiet, dignified tears of a businessman, but the heaving, ugly sobs of a man who had just realized he had committed an unforgivable sin. "I'm sorry," he choked out, reaching for my hands. "I'm so sorry. Marissa, please... I’ve been so blind. I’ve been a monster."

“I carry their crimes. Their rot. I carry it in me, and I will return it tenfold.” A deep rumble shook the ground again. The void was growing stronger. “You don’t need to fear what you are,” Tristan told them. “Your scars, your hunger, your rage—it’s all holy now. Sacred. The gods feared it. But I embrace it.” Someone stepped forward. Then another. A woman knelt. Tristan walked over to her and lifted her chin gently. “No kneeling,” he said softly. “Not here. Not anymore.” She rose. The wind howled.

It hurts his heart to see Sophia again have to suffer. "Don't say that, Tristan. This is all in God's plan. Let's just say God wants to test you before giving you immeasurable happiness." Tristan chuckled. Thought it was funny what his father said. "Dad, have I not had enough tests so far? From the death of Papa Andrew, then followed by Mama. Then continued with the death of my future first child. And now? I have to lose again. How long will I feel like this?" ? What sins did I have in my past life to have to atone for it like this."

Alexander Sterling's younger half-brother from a line of European aristocrats who has been in control of the family business in the European Union bloc. Tristan is the opposite of Alexander. If Alpha King is a god of war who exudes absolute domination and violence, Tristan is the embodiment of a demon prince who kills with a smile. He wore a gray Armani suit worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, his dark blonde hair was neatly styled, and his blue eyes radiated a cunning intelligence capable of manipulating the global stock market in the blink of an eye. And one more thing that all the shadow brass knows: Tristan Sterling has a deep, sick obsession with power and... strong women.

Both sides of magic; darkness and light. “Walking down memory lanes, aren’t you?” Stefano said. Trinity laughed. “Why would I? My past is a nuisance.” “Your sister, Titania, was really beloved by everyone because she healed and helped their crops grow even during the worst season. You, on the other hand, are the cause of destruction.” Stefano smiled. “That was what drove you to grow stronger. The reason why you chose to mate with the devil.” Trinity beamed a big smile. “The devil you called is your brother, remember? Alistar, the Angel of Death. He was the brother that you sealed inside the volcano for thousands of years.”

Tristan stood on the mahogany table, looking down at the twelve most powerful men in the Free Cities. He felt ridiculous. Inside, his heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He was a man with no magic, a prince with no crown, and a bluff that was rapidly running out of steam. If any of these men had the spine to rush him, they would realize he was just a twenty-year-old with a sword and a very dangerous girlfriend. But they didn't rush him. They shrank back. Because in their eyes, he wasn't Tristan the Exile. He was the Viper. The God-Killer. The man who had walked out of the Sky-Spire’s collapse.

" All capital sins must be on earth until the end of the seven days. I believe Hyenna has to be next, since the second trumpet means a problem in the seas. "Be careful, archangel," Tennebris asked, calling my attention again. Kleyphon could have killed Tennebris with the power of thought. In fact, both his magic and that of Tennebris were spiraling out of their bodies like energy lint. Tennebris' voice has changed to an absolute debauchery." With so much hatred in your heart, you may end up being condemned to hell once and for all. Did you forget that Ira is a sin?

It was only a miracle that I was still alive. "Don't you dare lie to me. You are nothing but a sinner!" That statement got me very angry. Despite the heavy migraine I felt, I still managed to speak because the anger I felt was too much to be contained. "You have no right to call me a sinner. If I am a sinner, then you are also a sinner! You are wicked and heartless and you are most definitely not a Christian" I screamed in his face. With the way he stepped a few paces back, it was obvious my words touched him. It made him very angry. I could see it in his eyes. Anytime I told him anything concerning being a sinner, he got out of control.