Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story Novels & Stories

Hearing this, Matteo was pissed. “Enough of this nonsense!” He raised his voice, scaring Dante and 9-year-old Vincenzo who was watching everything from the side. Matteo grabbed Dante’s cheeks and squeezed them hard. “Love!? Love is for the weak, Dante!” He stated with rage in his voice. “I loved your mother and gave her the world, and guess what happened!? That woman left me and you! She ruined us!” Matteo spoke; hatred was present in his tone. “Love was never meant for people like us. To live and conquer, you must harden your heart! Women will only bring doom to you!” He released the grip on Dante’s cheek and Dante was sobbing. Matteo handed the gun to Dante once again.

“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.”

Gluttony. Sloth. The seven deadly sins. The commoners don’t see this every day because they don’t have a chance to show it. I’ve lived with them my whole life. The nobles in Westineof let them loose and follow every command that they give. They wanted money, they had it, they wanted more, they craved it, then they stole it indirectly. They wanted women; they raped children; they bought slaves like toys and wanted more. They wanted to be the best, so they ruined the others; they wanted what the others have, they believed that the world is a slave to their desires. They got angry when you pointed out their faults and held pride in what they were doing. They didn’t accept it when someone said d

But it was too bad for them, how I dealt with wrath today was completely vital. One guy succumbed to his oblivion when I jabbed him straight to the nose before I did a cross-punch, while the others collapsed with their bloody faces after letting them taste my revenged uppercut. Lorenz tried to stop me when I unstoppably punched and beaten someone into a pulp—the one who was scrumptiously holding the breasts of Diane. Rage flowed through me like lava until it grew inside my stomach. It was like I let it all out like a dragon flaming everyone. My eyes were scorching with the desire of killing these bastards, burning them here until they entirely turned into useless ash.

“Because power is everything!” Sean shook his head and walked away from her, slamming the door behind him as he left the house. She really didn’t understand why he was so upset, it wasn’t like he would have to raise the baby. Dezrael had already succumbed to the darkness. Dark magic infiltrates your soul, it blackens your heart and it takes away all empathy and sense of right. Dezrael felt nothing when she thought of killing the baby inside of her. She was just a means to an end.

She cried struggling to free her hand which was being held by Dean but it was futile. Dean frowned in deep thought and he understood that something had happened which he didn't know. So he asked, “Where is Moses? Why are you here alone?” Gattina’s emotions became violent on hearing Moses's name. Her heart beat increased and her breathing became rapid and disturbing. Tears poured out of her eyes and she looked up at Dean with so much pain and suffering, “Why did you mention that scumbag?! Just why?! I hate him! I hate you all!” She screamed hard to the extent that she wasn't able to control her strength and fell into the arms of Dean who was still stunned by the pain he saw in her eyes.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

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.

Then in addition, his eyes are silver with white horns on his head and a collar around his neck that has red stones with the word WRATH. Cream's the mirror opposite of Ber. Wearing the exact same thing, except his outfit is white, and his hair is Ber's red while his irises are red with a red halo around his forehead, and his collar with white stones spelling SLOTH. I always knew they were hot, I'd be blind not to notice it, but now— I haven't felt as close to heaven and hell as I feel just looking at them. "It's actually a pretty idea," He says with a grin, "This whole seven deadly sins thing. Suits us."