Wild Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

She says causing me to freeze. "Wilder is a Demon, which purpose on earth is to draw people to the dark side, he lied to you, he always lie, and uses people, I met him once too." "I don't want to go to the dark side. Can't I just explore those restricted magic, I do not want to go to the dark side." I repeat, enunciating the words. "It is called Dark Magic for a reason, you will be lost, forever, even I, won't be able to each you." She gives me a dark look.

Feral. “I won’t let you hurt her.” The she-wolf hissed, eyes flashing with anger. Chloe was off of him in a flash, standing above him with an angry frown and naked skin speckled with dirt and dried blood from running through the wilderness. In that moment she looked wild and untameable. She was the goddess of the wilderness and nature. She didn’t seem to care about how exposed she was or about the biting wind that blasted against her skin like a thousand knives. If things were different Lucas would have marvelled at how beautiful his mate was but all he could think about was making sure no one else got hurt and in the back of his mind, fearing Chloe wouldn’t recover from this.

Some information is too volatile for paper until she knows whether the page will become evidence, bait, or a death warrant. She knows only three things: The seventh has a name. The seventh has a face Maya has hated since before this world exists. And the woman Dex left her for is the woman who got Dex killed. It is still Tuesday. The water schedules remain unfinished. Maya reaches for the pencil. Her hand is not entirely steady. That has not happened in a very long time. She looks at it. Then at the closed door. And somewhere beneath the shock, beneath the old anger and the newer grief, the cold place opens its eyes.

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

“We were told only five. Wolves, dragons, vampires, witches, and phoenixes. This was the bargain, the balance.” “She was not awakened until now,” Selene said firmly, meeting his fire with unflinching calm. “But she is real. Serenya walks the mortal world, bound to her horse spirit, Solana. She is the Guardian of the Wild Veil—between dawn and dusk, between life and the wilderness itself. She is not of the original five, but of something older.” “Older,” Vaelora repeated, her lips curling. “You mean—forgotten.”

“Retirement doesn’t pay well.” Lust appeared beside him, hair aflame in the storm light, eyes glowing pink with fury and affection alike. “Let’s make sure no one touches that tree or them.” Together, the two sins stepped into the storm, their powers intertwining in a dazzling wave of scarlet and gold. Desire and Avarice ---Greed and Lust reunited in war. And somewhere above the chaos, Lucifer’s crimson gaze flicked down for just a second, recognizing the flare of familiar sin. A faint, grim smile ghosted across his lips. “The Seven rise again,” he murmured.

to be sacrificed to the Great Earth Mother. His skin was sheened with sweat, phallus jutting aggressively from the tangled mass of pubic hair, balls cushioned on the sheet between splayed legs. Karen smiled to herself as she shed her dress and knickers, seeing Sinclair’s weapon thicken at the sight of her naked breasts, slim thighs and wet pussy.

There should honestly be laws against men looking like that. Tall. Broad shoulders. Sharp jawline. A black suit tailored perfectly against his muscular frame. His dark hair was slightly messy in a way that felt intentional, and the silver watch on his wrist probably cost more than a year's rent on her apartment. But it was his eyes that unsettled her most. Cold. Calculated. Predatory. The kind of eyes that made a woman feel naked even in a room full of people. "Avery?" She blinked and turned toward her best friend, Chloe, who was staring at her with open concern. "You look like you just saw the devil."

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.