Novel & Cerita Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story

Tom did not take the accusation lightly, his hands clenched under Suzanne’s. The vampire proceeded to explain, “All the seven deadly sins that humanity is guilty of; lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride have somehow created a splinter to the gates of hell. The black mist is but the beginning.” “Technically, you are a part that damnation,” Tom retaliated. The vampire covered his mouth in mock surprise, “Touche…but like I said before, my kind and I played no part in this. Look, I am here to offer my aid. I am not your enemy.”

The shadows twist around my hands, pulling at the ground beneath me, creating a shield of darkness in front of me. I don’t know how I’m doing it. I don’t know how I’m controlling the shadows at all. But it feels right. The rogue lunges, and I thrust my hands forward. The shadows lash out, slamming into the wolf with the force of a hundred storms. It crashes to the ground, howling in pain. But I won't stop. I can’t stop. The shadows surge forward, wrapping around the rogue, pulling it down. It struggles, wrestling, but I hold it there, the power inside me feeding off its fear, its anger. The shadows are alive now, pulsing, hungry.

“ We know. You were the one who stopped us to get inside Ace' office once. “ The man named King said with his fearful aura. There’s no doubt that he’s the sin of wrath, he’s so scary even when he talks. But why are they all considered as sins? I remember that there’s also an anime series entitled by, The seven deadly sins. I was wondering if that was their concept. LOL! “ What are you giggling at? “ After hearing that dark deep voice, I felt my body stiffened. As always, Ace had this advantages. He can easily make me embarrass, he can make me feel the tension and unexplainable feeling deep inside of me. Like he can control me by just doing less of effort. Damn this silly feelings!

My future was a blank slate, a future that held no hope for me. The pain was so intense that I wanted to die. I wanted to just close my eyes and never wake up again. I wanted to just let go and float away, to a place where there was no pain, no sorrow, no betrayal. But then, an image of Marcus flashed through my mind, and a cold, bitter hatred replaced the pain. I felt a new surge of energy, a new determination. I was not going to give up. I was not going to die. I was going to live. I was going to get my revenge.

Had proven to the kingdom and to God that his loyalty to righteousness superseded his loyalty to blood. It had killed him. Every day since, it had killed him again and again, in small increments, until he wasn’t sure what was left inside his chest besides the specific machinery of survival. And now his brother’s son a boy Marcus had held as an infant, had taught to ride, had believed capable of greatness was committing the same sin. The same corruption. The same betrayal of everything Marcus had sacrificed to prevent. The candles flickered.

he smiled, “I can see why Warden went for you.” He lined up, pushed his cock deep in one thrust. I could feel his cock in my ass, no lubes. One hand in my hair yanking me back and the other slapping my ass hard and red. “Scream louder.” Marco said. “Let him hear how much you like it.” I did till I couldn't hear my own voice, tears in my eyes, my cock leaking despite the pain. But it wasn't pleasure it was punishment. Marco came inside me, he pulled out and zipped up.

Jaxon gritted his teeth but didn’t scream, his pride refusing to give their mother the satisfaction. The punishment wasn’t for disobedience—it was for making the game dull. Each lash landed with brutal precision, echoing through the cold stone chamber like thunder. Blood began to bloom through the fabric of Jaxon’s shirt, dark red seeping across his back in angry lines. Yet he didn’t cry out—not once. His jaw clenched, his fists tightened, but he bore it with a twisted sense of pride, as if the pain proved his worth. Dorian stood silently, watching. Not out of concern, but out of quiet observation. This was their world—where affection came in the form of punishments, and love was measured by

"Yes, ma. I will remember. I will not end up inhuman like it" She nodded before pulling me into a tight hug. "My sweet boy" We buried the werewolf instead of burning it. And said a prayer for it, who never got to be human again. As we walked home, I said nothing. Instead, I knew something. I had faced death. And I had not run. Something in me had changed. Some childish veil had lifted…torn. Ripped apart. I was no longer merely a son following his mother to pick herbs. I was a Wrath. And one day, I would be Alpha

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.