Wrath A Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

He said coldly, and got up. Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she let out a scoff so loud she didn't know where it puffed out from. He was right, and that made it even worse. "You want to get revenge on Charles Belmont? You'll die, and maybe, you'll stay dead this time. A powerful man can do nothing for a weak woman." Cassian downed the last of his bourbon and placed the glass down on the minibar. A butler walked into the living room as if on cue and picked it up. Tears filled Sin's eyes as his words continued to register in her subconscious.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

The same man who once took everything from me. I wasn’t thinking. I just reacted. He had touched me. Cornered me. Threatened my space. But now? Now, I’d signed my death warrant. By law, anyone who dared harm an Alpha would suffer a fate worse than death, torture, public humiliation, and a painful end. Jace was never known for mercy, and definitely not towards someone like me. He thrived on authority, on watching people cower beneath him. He enjoyed control. His furious eyes locked onto me. That arrogant smirk from earlier? Gone. Replaced with a fiery, bloodthirsty glare. His hand pressed against the fresh injury on his shoulder, the wound I had just inflicted.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

That thought gave me a sense of purpose, “Alpha, I know that this is probably a suicide mission but I have to try. I have to try to avenge my mother's death.” A rare smile lit up his agonized face, “I was hoping that you would say something like this. The witches, vampires, and werewolves; all want to kill the Wereheretic. The only problem is that we don’t know her weakness.” His grip on my shoulder increased, “If you can keep a cool head and are willing to cooperate, you can play an important role in her destruction. However, I have to warn you, Justin. This might be very risky.” “I am willing to walk through the fires of hell and sleep on the bed of nails to avenge my mother. Give me the w

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

Wrath was a storm in a body. Last came Sloth. Heavy, endless, a gray robe dragging like funeral cloth. A massive hood hid a bowed head; chains coiled around slack arms, but they did not bother to break free. Each step shook the earth not with force but with the weight of arrested motion—an oppressive stillness that threatened to swallow breath and will. Seven of them. My shadows. My sins. My army. They turned to me and, as one, lowered their heads. In that moment the forest — the world itself — knew.

"So what did she do with this power?" "She achieved the unthinkable," the maid said, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. "She used the energy to trap the seven deadly spirits—manifestations of the sins themselves. they're seven deadly sins : wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony. But originally, they are more than mere concepts. They are entities, powerful and destructive. Trapping them required strength beyond comprehension." My mouth went dry at the thought. "And she succeeded?"