Novel & Cerita Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story

" He stammered, scrambling for lies to cover things up. "I'm just an ordinary guy! What could I have done? I didn't want Mia to get hurt either!" An ordinary guy who could afford a villa in the suburbs. An ordinary guy driving a multi-million-dollar luxury car. An ordinary guy with a monthly income in the ten-thousands. "Kieran, have you ever heard of the saying—never provoke a mother, especially one who's lost her mind?" Dagger in hand, I cut open his shirt. Whipping out my marker pen, I drew a circle over where his kidney was. I let the tip of my blade glide along his skin, stirring a wave of shivers through his body.

He hadn’t been good enough five years earlier, and now they weren’t good enough for him. Jake had money now. He had freedom. But no amount of money could buy back who he was before prison. That man was dead. Jake Savage walked into that prison, but Wrath had walked out. The name he’d earned through blood, violence, and murder. Prison had turned him into a hardened criminal, one that didn’t blink at the thought of taking a man’s life. He was a man forged in flames, forged in blood and violence. Wrath had been born out of necessity, a will to survive, and with a debt that needed to be paid.

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all

“Healers say the side will hold if you stop taking direct hits for a few days. Try to listen. The section is more valuable with you upright than with you proving a point in every gap.” He left. Phyna remained on the rail until Sable forced her to sit and eat. The wound ached in a deep, steady pulse. The faces of the section moved through the watch changes with a new coherence. The oath sat among them like an extra weapon—unpolished, heavy, and real. Near midnight Lira brought a fresh waterskin and sat without being invited. “They are using the other name more,” she said quietly. “The one that started after the second hold. Some of the main-wall fighters asked if the war goddess on the spur w

LUST. He wanted to take it all for his use alone and maliciously deprive others. GLUTTONY. To gain everything, be it money or power. AVARICE. To waste his time in idleness. SLOTH. To explode in vicious anger. WRATH. To wish for others to fail and come to fatal harm. ENVY. To be the best of all. PRIDE. Maru relished in all these feelings and a dark divinity had shrouded his body.

He hadn’t even considered for a moment that the goddess of death might take his soul right now, even without a command from the goddess of the moon. A massive shadow seemed to block his vision—even the images in Kael’s mind—causing him to immediately open his eyes, only to find himself face-to-face with enormous black wings. “GO AWAY!” Kael shouted angrily. “Master, what has you so angry?” “Because you’re a liar! You said that by coming to this era, I’d be able to bring Eira back—that by committing a thousand sins, I could rewrite my destiny. But look what happened? Nothing is going the way I want it to!”

Even the pleasure of revenge seemed unnecessary. Half the blood debt from my previous life had finally been collected. Next, it was time for the woman behind the door.

he whispered in a hiss, grabbing my wrist to yank my hand away from his face. His grip was tight, bruising, but it only made me smile wider. "I am a man of God. I will repent for this. I will spend the rest of my life on my knees begging for forgiveness, and He will wash this filth away." "You can pray until your knees bleed, Edmund, but you'll never forget the way I taste," I promised, stepping even closer. "You think a few prayers are going to make you forget how tight I was? How good it felt when you finally broke your vow? You’re ruined. You know it, and God knows it."

That thought gave me a sense of purpose, “Alpha, I know that this is probably a suicide mission but I have to try. I have to try to avenge my mother's death.” A rare smile lit up his agonized face, “I was hoping that you would say something like this. The witches, vampires, and werewolves; all want to kill the Wereheretic. The only problem is that we don’t know her weakness.” His grip on my shoulder increased, “If you can keep a cool head and are willing to cooperate, you can play an important role in her destruction. However, I have to warn you, Justin. This might be very risky.” “I am willing to walk through the fires of hell and sleep on the bed of nails to avenge my mother. Give me the w

He immediately shifts his gaze back out the window. "Bad example.” Ira taps her foot against the floorboards impatiently. "Being Wrath is wonderful. It means everyone is terrified of me, and I don't feel guilt for killing mortals." Sinful closes his eyes. "We get it..." "Fine, don't kiss Cian if it wounds you so much," Ira sighs, pushing away from the couch to approach Lev instead, my heart rate reading up at their proximity. "But I'm not satisfied. Why don't you kiss the mortal boy, who looks at you like he'll get on his knees and beg for me to take his life over yours."