Wrath A Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

A cruel laugh echoed behind me. “Stop resisting, Lyra,” Therese’s venomous voice slithered into my ear as she withdrew her hand, blood staining her nails. “Just accept your death. It’ll be your final gift to me and Marion… before our wedding.” And that’s when it happened. The fury within me erupted, no longer just rage, but something darker, something ancient. A storm of wrath and power surged through my veins, and I knew I wouldn’t die here. Not like this. Not by their hands.

With that, he produced a dagger from his waist and swiftly severed her five fingers. The expected cries of pain never came. I watched as he checked her breathing and pulled a face of disappointment, then kicked her away as if she were trash. "Useless thing. Didn't take very much to kill. "Your daughter, on the other hand... She's more fun." Cedric cackled manically, licking his lips with satisfaction. Fighting to conceal my shivering, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "You're insane! Why are you hurting them?"