Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story Novels & Stories

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

Russ announced as he leaned back with a sly smile on his face. "Seems we are not in agreement," I stated as I crossed one leg over the other, watching the expression change on Giovanni's face. "Do not play with me, Hack Hyland, I can be your worse enemy or your salvation," Giovanni bleated as his face began to turn a shade of red, slamming his fist down on the table.

We continued eating breakfast when the mind link suddenly opened up for me and Sebastian. It would seem that the dark warlock has approached them. Bridget started, “Can I help you?” He replied, “You can. My name is Payne. I am a dark warlock. Can we talk for a bit?” Bridget replied, “Sure. What would you like to talk about?” He sighed, “I need to know why my father had to die in your war. He wasn’t in Dune’s coven.” Bridget replied, “A lot of dark warlocks died needlessly in that war. It was because Dune’s father, Remus, had placed a spell on many covens to make them attack us. It wasn’t until after the spell was discovered, and broken, that we discovered they were fighting against their wil

Gluttony would earn you a meal of rodents and reptiles forced down your throat, lust results in fire and brimstone to smother you, wrath would earn you dismemberment, sloth gets the snake pit, pride gets you broken on a wheel. I’m not a fan of folklore ideas, I like to be more personal in my punishments than that. I looked at the first person in front of me, still laying on the ground, I sat on my heels and stared into his eyes. The first one was named Ryan, and his sins were wrath and lust; he assaulted multiple women, so his afterlife would consist of being shackled to a wall and having a carrot peeler taken on his most prized possession. I may take off his fingers one by one as well, depe

Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

There were some that even proclaimed; how weak the seven were that they choose to rule hand in hand, if it where them they would have ruled the underworld alone and unchallenged. But the funny part was that many of those hot blooded talents didn't even manage to live long as just as they shine for a moment they were either openly killed or assassinated by the veterans mafias that experienced the era of the seven sins as they are still fearful and making sure that another such era never appear again. They don't dare confront the seven brothers but it does not mean they can't take care of weaker threats before they could grow.

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

(THE LAST TWO SINS) “SIN OF WRATH AND GLUTTONY.” Nate whispers, for the two of them finally got into the point where Aira will now only inform him of the last two embodiments of the sins. Which the first, the sin of wrath is someone that he expects to be the worst out of the bunch. “Very well.” Aira immediately gave him what he wanted. Now with the softer tone and mood, defining her ideals and heart of hating the sin of greed more than anyone else among the entire seven.

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.