7th Heaven Watch Novels & Stories

She had seen the dark. She had seen her own blood drip down. She had met Death. She had touched the devil. As she gasps for air. Her dagger fell. Her hair flowing free as the cold wind entered the castle. The dark clouds hovering over her home. She stared into his eyes, those lifeless eyes. Her fingers touched her wound and felt her blood seep through. She kneeled to the throne. She prepared for her death. But a shadow held her hand. She smiled closing her eyes and letting him take her away. As he did. She saw her memories pass by her eyes. Her mother. Her father. The once cheerful life. She smiled.

Ariana Vale. Mason Hale. The image glitched. And over it, text began to type itself across the screen. SUBJECT A: SUCCESSFUL INTEGRATION. SUBJECT B: DORMANT PROTOCOL ACTIVE. Ariana’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. “What does that mean?” she asked. No one answered. The video shifted again. This time it wasn’t a hospital. It was concrete. Steel walls. A circular chamber underground. Facility Seven.

"But Phoenix... the High Council isn't surrendering. They’ve just identified the final target. They're sending the 'Apostles'—the original shifters who never let go of the moon." A low, rhythmic thrumming echoed from the sky—not drones. From the clouds, three massive, bone-white towers began to descend. The Watchers were no longer hiding in orbit. The gods were coming to reclaim their hardware. "Leo," I hissed, my gold hand finding the hilt of my shard-blade. "The heaven is falling." "Let it fall," Leo growled, his golden flecks flaring with a sovereign resolve. "Mommy's the one who's going to catch it."

“No more questions, brother. Heaven is in need of a doctor.” Now staring back at the doctor, Zeedar nudges his head towards Heaven. “Get to work then.” With the watch of the brothers and the maid, the man gets to work quickly. He diagonizes Heaven by touching her hands, looking into her eyes, checking her mouth, and performing acupuncture. After thirty minutes, he rounds up and starts packing his tools. “She’s fine, sirs. But she will not wake up,” he says between. “Why?” Freck asks, rushing to Heaven’s side and touching her forehead. “She isn’t burning up or anything. You mean she’s not sick?”

The Watchers. Seven of them sat in a crescent, high-backed thrones carved with runes I couldn’t read but felt nonetheless—like they were pressing into my skin, whispering what I wasn’t worthy of. They made no introductions. No names. Only silence, and judgment. Caelan stood a few paces ahead, spine straight, jaw locked in that way of his when he was trying not to lose his temper. I could feel the tension rolling off him, controlled, but barely. “You shouldn’t have come back,” said a female voice—older, sharp as winter ice. Watcher Mairead, Caelan had told me before. One of the original Seven.

Mrs Denver's eyes caught it again, the tattoo on Diane's wrist, she had suspected it all along from the camera but seeing it up close, she was certain now, that not only was her tattoo of the organization, but it was double layered, which was only possible if the holder was the—-general. “I will only have a private conversation with you, Miss Diane, without all these shows”, she said sternly, looking into her eyes. Diane could feel it, the woman's soul-piercing gaze. At that moment, she didn't look like a mere billionaire’s widow, she looked like she knew a lot that could break Diane's wings. “I will grant you a private audience Mrs Denver, in my father's room”, Diane said challengingly. ***

But the thread had been pulled. And it was unraveling. Soon, the Seventh would rise. Not with fire. Not with storms. But with the weight of everything forgotten.

Toronto, Canada Quinn POV Amongst the twenty-two women here, I only get along with Sarah. When I arrived she was so sweet and welcoming that I felt it was suspicious, it wasn't until a week and a half ago that she told me she had been crushing on Archie, one of the seven sins. Once a talk that relates to the seven brothers comes into our conversation, she can't keep her mouth shut any longer and rambles on about Archie all day long. She knew I was sent here by Ace and because of the few news she got from the United States she thought I was dating Ace only and that we both would become wives of the Luthers once Archie noticed here. Her so much love for Archie made it so difficult for me to br

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

"You know what, Marcel? I've decided to make peace with you. I won't cause Mom and Dad any more trouble because of this." "Sure," I answered lightly. He continued, "To show you my sincerity, I'd like to give you a gift. Stay right here for a moment. I'll be right back. Don't move around, okay?" I nodded again and stood still, waiting for him, just as he wanted. When I saw Henry enter the small surveillance room connected to the swimming pool, I couldn't help but smile. I knew he wouldn't disappoint me—he was planning to kill me. A few minutes later, he returned empty-handed. I pretended not to know anything, saving him from any questions.