Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story Novels & Stories

The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.

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

“I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.” Finn’s wolf stirred, roaring inside him as he leaned in, voice dropping to a growl. “You have seven days to enact your revenge. Do whatever you can with me… and I will do whatever I want with you,” he whispered, sliding his hands slowly between her thighs, sending a pulse of heat through her entire body. He pressed closer, wings brushing her sides, lips grazing hers as his words sank in like fire. “But if you fail… on the seventh day, I claim not only your soul, but you.”

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

“Already leaking like a desperate whore. I can feel how wet you’re getting through your sweatpants.” I bit my lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but a broken whimper still escaped when he circled his hips, rubbing his heavy balls right against mine in a slow, obscene roll. Rhys leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Grind back. Don’t make me do all the work like a lazy little slut.” My face burned with shame, but my body obeyed before my brain could catch up. I rolled my hips up to meet his, matching his filthy rhythm. The wet spot on my sweatpants grew bigger, the fabric clinging obscenely to my cock as we rubbed together.

For the first time, I realized that when anger reaches its peak, laughter can slip out unbidden. She even turned the blame on me. "You're just jealous that I treat Nathan well, so you bullied him in school. Now, you're smearing him online. I've never seen anyone more vicious than you!" I had had enough of her twisting black into white. My hand lashed out, striking her across the face. "Shut up! In this life, you killed my mother and nearly killed me. In the last life, you tortured us to death. How dare you call me vicious?"

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.“

My eyes were red with rage as I shouted, "Don't you dare!" But Susan misread my reaction as fear. Her smug grin widened as she smashed the crystal ball into my face. Pain shot through me, and blood blurred my vision. The shattered fragments on the floor took me back to the year our parents died in the car crash. I had gotten down on my knees before their coffins and sworn to protect Harper. And now, I hadn't even managed to protect the things they left behind. Worse still, Harper was lying naked in the hall, stripped of all dignity.

I saw him step forward, reaching toward me, but before he could take another step, a lightning bolt struck the ground at his feet, forcing him back. I ignored him. I could not stop now. With my eyes clenched shut, I embraced the agony tearing through me as my rebirth continued. “By fire’s kiss and midnight’s breath, Unchain my soul from silent death. Grant me flesh, fierce and new— A vessel strong, a heart untrue. With every scar, I claim my throne. No longer weak. No longer owned. I shall rise, fierce and blessed. Bring them to ruin—lay them to rest.” I bit down hard, tasting blood as I choked on the final verse. The sky responded in fury. A thunderous cascade of deafening roars cracked thr

This faint gleam of light, representative of brightness and goodness, obliterated the crafty gloom that shrouded him. That sharply defined, handsome face, which once I loved so profoundly, now seems even more chilling the deeper I loved him. Who would have thought that the famous CEO Jared, standing under the sunlight representing justice and brightness, would harbor such darkness and sinister malice within him? To think he would throw the prenup I signed to keep my identity hidden to the wind just to destroy me. Was crippling.