Lord Seventh Novels & Stories

Odell asks me, finally letting his feelings open. "I don't know Odell, and if I do, I believe he has a greater reason for this." I hold unto his shoulders. "What greater reason? Huh? He specifically told us that the stake was nowhere to be found, hid it from us also, only to release it into the enemies hands," Odell speaks with rage. "And still yet, there is nothing we can do about that..." "Yes I know because, he is the Lord of the heavens, that's not new news," Odell cuts me off making me stare at him with the amount of doubt he has in the creator.

"She is her reincarnation. I will only have Elizabeth. No one else can take her away from me." "I won't back down." "Do you think you are strong enough to defeat me, Landon? I am the chief of the vampire council. I am your lord. You cannot break my word." "You may be are the chief of the vampire council, but you are not my lord, Alec. I don't have a lord other than myself."

Sephora smiled when she turned upon the silent table of Lords and Ladies, intently staring into each of their faces. All the Lords appeared to have their mates sat next to them, all except one. The said Lord was wearing a pitch black suit, his broad shoulders telling Sephora that he too was a warrior with centuries of experience. He was a male of unnaturally good looks, with a defined chin and full mouth, his skin gorgeously tan. His eyes were the most captivating of his features though. Pure grey eyes glistened with a predator's stare, as they met with her's, contrasting with his jet black hair that fell slightly over his face to brush his dark eyebrows. He was terrifying. Sephora wondered w

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

I told her that I had always been waiting for her and that no matter what we faced, I would always be beside her as we overcame it. “We need to hurry. I have some friends who are tracking the council and they informed me that there is something big going on. It seems that they are serious about making your brother the King. There is a reward of one billion dollars to whoever can capture or kill you. Dragons all over the world are currently searching for all of you.” Trenton urged impatiently. Nodding my head, I stepped away from Azura and met Trenton behind the couch. As Trenton placed his hand on my shoulder, my eyes locked onto Azura. She was worried, as we all were, but we had to hope the

"Alexander's name sends shivers around the globe!" Konrad inhaled sharply, his voice turning icy. "Let me lay it out for you. He's the stuff of legends, the Lord of War, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wyverna. He's the Black Maple Organization's worst nightmare. Alone, he's a force that can take on entire nations." Lord of War?! Quinto's eyes popped, and his jaw dropped. So did his crew of 30-some members, all thunderstruck, their heads ringing with the revelation.

It was too good to be true, but it was happening, and it was true. "So here it is, Luis Kuznetsov, Lord of the west; Justin Pavilishev, Lord of the north; Noah Albert, Lord of the East; Adrian Locke, Lord of the south." Alpha Devin said, and I relaxed in my chair, glad it wasn't an emergency or a problem brewing. It was a promotion.

Even among peers of equal status, occasional disagreements never escalate to outright humiliation. But now—being called a loyal mutt? This wretched bastard! Harry's eyes gleamed with intense murderous intent. "Keep acting cocky. Let's see how long you can keep it up." Watching his enraged retreat, Rachel leaned closer and whispered, "He seems pretty powerful. Are you sure this won't be a problem?" Gideon chuckled lightly. "I know who he is. He's Harry Yelverton, the third son of the Yelverton family!"

Inside the mayor's mansion, a fair-skinned young man sat in silence as he sipped some spiritual tea. The young man was Thorold, and he was surrounded by seven or eight of his family's elders. Thorold exuded a thunderous aura despite his youthful appearance, and the elders around those elders were that of a level seven or level eight royal saint.

"I was wondering when you'd come." Wren stopped in the doorway. Kirill was beside him, his grey eyes scanning the room. "You knew I would." "I knew you'd find your father. I knew he'd tell you the truth. I knew you'd come for me." Theron's lips curved. "I've been preparing for this moment for sixteen years." Wren's pulse quickened. "You've been preparing to be captured?" "I've been preparing to meet you." Theron met his gaze. "The last Royal Omega. The one who survived. The one who fought back."