Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story Novels & Stories

"I gave you one chance. That was it. I can't trust you again. I look at your face and I feel sick, you know that? Every second with you, I'm reminded of the child you had with Sophia. Of the nights you spent tangled up with her. We can't start over, Vince. I'm only asking you this—stop following me." I don't know whether it was the blood loss or heartbreak that made him collapse. His men arrived soon after and took him away. When he cut off his own arm, and I didn't even blink, he should have known— Forgiveness was never an option.

My Other Face: No Mercy. Alpha Rowan's POV Festus's scream was the sound that finished my morning. I smirked and took the seat opposite him. He hadn’t lasted long. Panic licked his skin and sweat had made his collar dark. The pleading came in rhythm, urgent bursts. "Please, boss. He threatened my family. Please, have mercy." I smiled a slow, humorless smile. "Do you know why they call me the unforgiving spirit of Draevyn?"

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

Wrath was a storm in a body. Last came Sloth. Heavy, endless, a gray robe dragging like funeral cloth. A massive hood hid a bowed head; chains coiled around slack arms, but they did not bother to break free. Each step shook the earth not with force but with the weight of arrested motion—an oppressive stillness that threatened to swallow breath and will. Seven of them. My shadows. My sins. My army. They turned to me and, as one, lowered their heads. In that moment the forest — the world itself — knew.

"So what did she do with this power?" "She achieved the unthinkable," the maid said, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. "She used the energy to trap the seven deadly spirits—manifestations of the sins themselves. they're seven deadly sins : wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony. But originally, they are more than mere concepts. They are entities, powerful and destructive. Trapping them required strength beyond comprehension." My mouth went dry at the thought. "And she succeeded?"

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

“LETS SEE YOU TRY!” The sword that Daniel held in his hand appeared, as if from thin air. His feet lifted off the ground as he swung it at Wrath. Lust screamed as she realized that Wrath was cut from his shoulder to his hip. The wound singed as his torso slid off the rest of his body. Daniel laughed as the body evaporated. Sins don’t bleed, they don’t really die. The only way to actually kill a Sin is to kill them in Hell. “I guess it's back to hell with you, huh.” Daniel said. “And on that note stay out of my way or that,” he pointed to the scorch mark on the cement where Wrath's body lay. “will be you.”

Mara sucked the blood that was coming out of her lips because she bit it hard enough to make it bleed and it somehow calmed her down. Just when she was about to get off her bed, someone kicked which threw her from her bed to the balcony. The spell of time surrounding her came undone and when she opened her eyes to lash out to whoever kicked her, her bloodlust decreased as she stares at the furious demon in front of her. Wrath's wings are flaming black and purple while he's holding a sword made of dark energy and electricity. Without a word, Wrath swung his sword with a goal to at least chop off a finger.

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.