Wrath Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

It was only a miracle that I was still alive. "Don't you dare lie to me. You are nothing but a sinner!" That statement got me very angry. Despite the heavy migraine I felt, I still managed to speak because the anger I felt was too much to be contained. "You have no right to call me a sinner. If I am a sinner, then you are also a sinner! You are wicked and heartless and you are most definitely not a Christian" I screamed in his face. With the way he stepped a few paces back, it was obvious my words touched him. It made him very angry. I could see it in his eyes. Anytime I told him anything concerning being a sinner, he got out of control.

Jefferson said, and spat on the floor. “He won’t find you. Your car has no tracking system, your phone’s at the motel. He’ll reach that dead end and even if he knows where I live, which I’m sure he does, he won’t get to me. I went to prison an innocent man, but I left there a murderer. I killed seven men in prison, got myself the name ‘Wrath’ on the inside. You think you know me, but you don’t. You sitting in that chair … that’s what I do now. I kill men like you for money and I’m really fucking good at it. You turned me into this.” “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Kill me if that’s what you have planned,” Jefferson said.

he didn't seem fazed by the topic or uncomfortable but I knew deep down he was itching for this conversation to end. "Well that clears some stuff up, at least we know the wrath I feel toward Lucifer can be justified by what I am. Then you have the undeniable pride that I've displayed over the years. I guess all I need to do is add greed, gluttony, envy, and laziness to the list and I'd be the poster boy for the seven sins." "You're only half demon, Zion." "So I only experience half the amount of the deadly sins. You do realize how ridiculous that sounds?" I quizzed with a quirked brow.

"I am going to kill you." "I am waiting." Reuel raised his brows and leaned forward with his hands clasped on his knees. "Show us how you will kill us." Craig narrowed his eyes, his rage and hatred consuming him completely. He was not in his sane mind, and all he could think about was how his lavish life had been destroyed in seconds. And it was two men before him responsible for it. "Why?" That was all he could manage to say. He was devoid of his gun to take any action. Damn, the club rules and he was in the Sepehr empire where the Sepehr twins, Azael and Reuel, were the rulers.

The hammer came down on another finger, and blood splattered across the table and Sebastian’s face. In the dim light, his contorted expression made him resemble the devil. The room went silent as his demonic look sent a chill down everyone’s spine. Watching his ruthless side was something his soldiers and Capos got used to. In just two years, they saw terrible horrors. Sebastian’s revenge had no limits, and the last traitor met an even more brutal end. “Don’t play with your life. I won’t give you a third chance. Give me the name,” he warned.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled

"Corbin, you never understood what a true mate is." "I do! I understand now!" "No, you don't." I took Rhys's hand. "A true mate doesn't shatter his other half seven times over." Rhys squeezed my hand and issued a final warning to Corbin. "This is the last time. If you ever touch my Luna again, the Stormclaw Pack will consider it an act of war." I let Rhys lead me away, and I didn't look back. As we got in the car, I could still hear Corbin's desperate howls behind us.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.