Behind Seven Seals Novels & Stories

And beneath all of it, I felt something else. A seventh point. Hidden. Not on Earth. Not in the supernatural realm. Somewhere deeper. Caelan's eyes closed again. The vision vanished. I stared at him. “What did you see?” Zenith asked. I looked at Asterion. Then Eamon. Then the Ancients. “The six anchors aren't the complete network.” Eamon's expression tightened. “How many are there?” “Seven.” Nobody spoke. I looked toward the ground beneath Haven. The seventh point was directly below us. But it wasn't the original seal. It was beneath the seal. Far beneath it. And whatever waited there had just awakened because Caelan had shown me the way.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

For seven years, I had treasured it, keeping it hidden deep in the closet like something sacred. Dante's gaze landed on the pendant for a moment, and his steps faltered. The flicker of recognition in his eyes was instantly swallowed by coldness. He took a step forward, raised his foot, and stomped down hard on that star. The silver pendant warped instantly, fine cracks spreading across its surface like a spiderweb. Just like my heart, carefully guarded for seven years and now shattered beyond repair. My breath caught. Alessia leaned against him with a triumphant smile tugging at her lips. Then she gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice thin and forgiving.

Seven shook his head. “This is going to be a disaster.” Before I could answer, the sound of the entrance door opening echoed through the suite and both of us froze. Seven hastily traced my hand, pulling me closer to him. My face almost rammed on his as we exchanged breath. My heart was beating fast. "Stay beside me" he muttered rising up. "You got the line mixed up... it's you who should stay behind me" "I can still sense people" he mused taking off the bandage from his eyes and stood in front of me.

I stood awkwardly in the doorway. I met Keeley at service dog training. She was a bright, upbeat, fun blonde when I knew her. She was training for her dream job as a teacher but was having issues getting around due to a lack of depth perception. She was a werewolf and liked to go running in her wolf form at night.

“What? But you took it” “I did but it's not in my hand. I sealed them into my daughter body. Only the lord of the seven realm can unsealed them. Not even me”. ❄️ 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Like and comment for next episode.

"You’ll destroy her." "We’ll save the world." --- Above ground, Arthur and Isabella began preparations. The town had grown restless—strange occurrences, whispers of the dead returning, animals fleeing the woods, the sky changing colour at dusk. Something beneath the land stirred, and it affected everything. They walked through the church library, dusty tomes and forbidden texts scattered across the table. Arthur pointed to one symbol—an ancient sigil etched into a pre-Christian scroll. "It’s a seal," he said. "One of the Seven. The fracture we saw under the altar matches this."

They could hear the clumsy, shuffling steps of the Reaper behind them, followed by a heavy thud as he stumbled and fell. They burst out of the mountain door and into the clean, living air of the forest. Sela spun around and slammed her hand against the dark panel on the outside of the door, praying it would close. For a terrifying second, nothing happened. Then, with the same grinding groan, the door began to slide shut. Through the narrowing gap, she saw Gamma-Seven on his hands and knees in the corridor, looking up at the sliver of daylight and the green, living world beyond. His expression was one of pure, uncomprehending wonder.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.