Novel & Cerita Wild Seven Deadly Sins

A white wolf now tattoed onto my palm. Imelda reached forward, gripping my knife in her hand before slowing her palm. She tilted her hand over the goblet, the blood dripping in and making a hissing sound as it made contact with the smooth gold and began bubbling. “I Imelda Kolgrim, Queen of Godric. Accept our deal." A blue flame erupted from the goblet. My palm burned again; I watched as a blue flame consumed the wolf, and then they both vanished from my skin. I looked up at her, slightly confused—a wide grin on her face.

"The two biggest women... They are possessed, Arianna. They recognized both of us. Your guardian put us here to take them back.” "We can't kill them," I murmured nervously. "We're going to be real prisoners if we do that.” "I thought of the same thing," she said darkly. "But you don't know the worst part. Each demon has a kind of aura that identifies him. We, the seven deadly sins, have a shining aura, indicating that we belong to royalty. They, in addition to having already realized that they are possessed by fallen angels and not just smaller demons, have an aura in shades of red, an aura made of pure lust.”

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.

How many times he’d denied me only to force me over the edge again until I was sobbing and begging like a broken toy. I was broken. And I had never felt more alive. Silas stood at the foot of the bed, watching me with those black eyes that had haunted my dreams and nightmares for days. He was naked, his powerful body glistening with sweat, his thick cock still hard and glistening with our mixed fluids. Tattoos covered his chest and arms like dark scripture, shifting with every breath. He looked like a god of ruin quiet, terrifying, and completely in control. “Come here, Liora,” he said softly.

He traced the soaked fabric, pressing lightly against her clit. Lila whimpered, hips lifting off the seat. “Sir… someone might see.” “Let them,” he said, voice rough. “Let them watch how wet my little maid gets for me.” Traffic thickened ahead—an accident miles away, cars crawling, horns blaring. Then the sky cracked open. Rain slammed against the windshield, heavy and sudden, turning the world gray and blurred. Mr. James cursed softly, pulling onto the shoulder where the road widened slightly. The Hellcat’s engine growled low as he killed the ignition.

Their power was such that, with a weapon in hand, enemies became nonexistent. Aria eyed the abnormalities, then glanced at Simon. "Can you handle this?" Simon replied flatly, "It doesn't affect me, but you might be vulnerable. Humans have their seven deadly sins. I'm sure you have a weakness. If your dark side surfaces, nobody will leave this manifestation alive."

Five different poisons coiled around him like a black chain of order, imparting those spirits in hell with the seven deadly sins. A true immortal who approaches that area would fall into ruin in that split second. Their six senses would be weakened, and the five poisons would enter their body. The seven sins would befall them, along with a slew of other disasters. Eventually, the true immortal would drown in everything and become one of the evil Rakshasas.