Wrath Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

“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

“ It’s not for men young lady… “ He said that made my mind puzzled. If it’s not for men, then why did I feel like that? Like my stomach was being cooked and boiled with too much heat. My throat even felt like it was being twisted inside. I asked him using my eyes and saw how he stretched his lips that causes his dimple to show off. I don’t care about how those six men will see me as a woman, but this man's charm was always been hipnotizing. In fact, the word handsome is not enough to define how gorgeous he is. “ That's exclusively for vampires only… “ He said that made my body shivered. For vampires? Does that mean------ “ Yes! You’re the only human there. “ He added that made my mind got ev

Gluttony. Sloth. The seven deadly sins. The commoners don’t see this every day because they don’t have a chance to show it. I’ve lived with them my whole life. The nobles in Westineof let them loose and follow every command that they give. They wanted money, they had it, they wanted more, they craved it, then they stole it indirectly. They wanted women; they raped children; they bought slaves like toys and wanted more. They wanted to be the best, so they ruined the others; they wanted what the others have, they believed that the world is a slave to their desires. They got angry when you pointed out their faults and held pride in what they were doing. They didn’t accept it when someone said d

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

He understood the thought before he even got formed. "The sin of Ira feels the magic of chaos in your friend's blood," said my archangel, "His intention is nothing but the taste of seeing anger taking possession of an archangel." "We will need Octavius to come and help us," I said out loud, although I thanked Miguel mentally for the information. All Zylah didn't need was a demon and an archangel fighting for her. Tennebris arched an eyebrow to indicate that he was listening; he didn't want to stop staring at Kleyphon. I turned to Miguel." All capital sins must be on earth until the end of the seven days. I believe Hyenna has to be next, since the second trumpet means a problem in the seas.

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

Vincenzo and Pietro were also left speechless. “No way, there is no way all of these could be true.” Dante denied. “My mother left me when I was a baby; she’s dead by now,” Dante told her. “I’m not dead! I am alive and well!” She shouted, causing everyone to fall silent. Delina sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. “This is my karma, I shouldn’t have done what I did. Look at these, one of my son has no idea who I am and the other one hates me.” She murmured to herself.

Had proven to the kingdom and to God that his loyalty to righteousness superseded his loyalty to blood. It had killed him. Every day since, it had killed him again and again, in small increments, until he wasn’t sure what was left inside his chest besides the specific machinery of survival. And now his brother’s son a boy Marcus had held as an infant, had taught to ride, had believed capable of greatness was committing the same sin. The same corruption. The same betrayal of everything Marcus had sacrificed to prevent. The candles flickered.

“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.”

I gasped, pulling my hand back, my breath hitching. Dante stopped walking. He looked at the statue, then at me. His eyes narrowed. "You saw something." "You... you can't touch anyone," I whispered, the realization hitting me harder than the vision. "The stories are true. Your touch is lethal." Dante’s expression didn't change, but the shadows in the corners of the room deepened, creeping across the floor toward my shoes. "My touch brings decay. To humans, it is agony. To my own kind, it is a slow death. It is the price for the power I wield."