Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story Novels & Stories

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.

My voice filled the throne room, echoing through the empty wall back to me as I laid lazily on the throne. My throne. "So when does the plan commends?" I felt the darkness in me switch and the smell of the seven deadly sin fill every edge of the room. Wrath Lust Pride Envy Greed Sloth Gluttony "Erasmus" At the mention of his name, he appeared like fog, looking like the darkness and wearing his crooked smile. As always his two partners flock his side. The lord of the seven deadly sins and his demoness, he takes no pleasure other than his kind.

Perhaps, because he understood how fearsome Hades was and the pressure that he exuded, Bennett burst into a scream as he rushed at Hades. Hades’s eyes just looked at him coldly. Symmetry of Seven. This sword technique that he acquired from his teacher was coming from Murim World. It was the basis of all Darkness swordsmanship. This technique was representative of the underworld. Seven cardinal directions brought together on the underworld and beneath the fiery of the underworld combined into seven deadly sins. Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth. It represented everything within the underworld as well as the greatest sins.

In anger, the Sins avenged the late king and took the lives of all that tried to stop them. The leader of the Sins was then crowed new king of Zarquoa and it became the most powerful kingdom for decades. With that, the bloodline of the fallen angels was passed on through generations. Under the Sins’ governance, Zarquoa prospered. But it was not long when the leaders, together with an elite force that they believed was sent by the creator, attacked Zarquoa and killed every being.

Charlie retorted coldly, “Spencer Fox, you have committed at least five deadly sins! Arrogance is only one of them. Do you know what the other four are?” Spencer said in a terrified manner, “Mr. Wade, I am an honest and practical person who does my duty in a down-to-earth manner. It is true that I am arrogant because of my high position, but how can there be seven deadly sins to speak of...?” Charlie said coldly, “You think too highly of yourself, and you look down on everyone else. This is arrogance!” Spencer hurriedly nodded repeatedly as he said, “Yes, yes... Mr. Wade, you’re right!”

Now he is building each of the plans with someone else, and I am left in the darkness. "You deserve the pain, you choose to be hurt and miserable, blame yourself," I whispered and leaned against the wall. Hoping to have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is another battle to make a living. And I'll go back to black.

she persuaded him. Rage appears confused and frustrated. Daphne has no idea as to why Rage considers their "relationship" to be a grave sin. "Oh... Daphne, I don't know what to do with you anymore," She laughed and looked him in the eyes, expressing how much she loved him. She is madly in love with Rage. For her, Rage is her everything. "How about you stop talking and continue to pleasure me..." she said as she bit her lower lip. She's never been this daring before. With Rage, he could even melt the ice within her. His name is perfectly suited to him. He's as hot as fire and can melt a block of ice.

Lifting my knee swiftly I crushed his balls and physically felt his rage consume his once lust. “Why am I so full of lust for you pathetic omega virgin bitch,” he spat then shoved me to the ground as he panted angrily. I grinned slightly at seeing him cupping himself knowing I had hit my mark. “I sentence you to death by fire, that should cleanse me of this fucking spell you have placed over me,” he roared. I swallowed uncomfortably but didn't flinch and only watched him warily. “If I could curse you I would do it now for your coldness and ignorance,” I muttered sourly and jerked when he kicked me in my side.

Arthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness.

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