Lord Seventh Novels & Stories

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

Lord Everton's piercing gaze bore into Lord Alden, his eyes demanding answers. Lord Everton took a deep breath, his voice resolute as he began to speak. His words echoed through the area, reaching my ears with a mix of conviction and accusation. I strained to catch every syllable, eager to understand the motivations behind his alleged treachery. "I, Lord Everton, shall now take charge of this inquiry.," he opened a paper and started reading " lord Alden, you stand accused of a grave charge. It is alleged that you conspired to aid other kingdoms in their attempt to seize the Iron Throne, despite your knowledge that it rightfully belongs to King Roberick. How do you plead?"

The subordinate straightened his body and bowed respectfully toward the north three times in succession, his expression exceedingly deferential. Then he turned to look at Alexander, chest out, head held high, exuding an air of dominance. "When you hear this, it might scare you to death. In Wyverna, there is Lord of War, who stands on equal footing with the ruler of Wyverna, commanding countless strong warriors and a million soldiers!" "No one knows his real name. Ordinary people only know his title, the Lord of the Temple of War, which terrifies the whole world. He is Larry's backing!"

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.

--- Tomorrow, I’ll call my war council. Not the old packs. Not the broken rogues. Something darker. The Dreaded Seven. A cabal of wolves who answer only to power and payment. They don’t believe in prophecy. They believe in fear. And if Thorold wants to prove he’s worthy of this world, then let him bleed for it. Let him see that the war won’t wait for his coronation. It will come from within. From blood. From me. --- I stand on the balcony once more, the wind tearing through my hair like a challenge.

Divine retribution was part of him anyway—it understood this better than anyone. Landon didn't say anything else. He walked out of the bedroom, black mist churning in the clouds above, while countless clans gathered below his throne to congratulate him. He stood at the very top, looking down at all the beings below. Endless beneficence swirled around Ghost City. Every soul knelt down, staring at the Shadowlord, who was surrounded by black mist and Ethereal Echoes. He didn't give a damn about any of it. If anything, his energy got even stronger. Sharp suit and all, he looked both like a demon and an ascendant.

It is the home of the angel kings, the most flawless of beings. Lordsland is the only kingdom that is ruled by the race of angels, born after a weyr of rogue dragons attacked the kingdom and killed nearly all humans that did not have the protection of werewolves. The triplets angel kings, Tiras, Ronen and Adon, are the mightiest of all beings. People also say they are the most stunning creatures to ever walk the earth. But I think their castle is most stunning. Because what could be more beautiful than this?

“Ok folks, we have had a request for a song from our host tonight, Mr. Dominic Thorn. This one is for the beautiful Leila.” Have my ears deceived me? Did he just say host, and the song was for me? I looked back at him, and that charming smile was back. I shook my head which was about the only movement I felt my body could make. I was frozen still. My head was spinning, I couldn’t process the information. This could not be right; I had spent the last few hours having the most amazing night of my life with the host of the party. The one whose parents owned the manor we were in and who put together the party I was standing in facing their son. There was no way it could be right.

I tugged her arm, and showed her my notebook, where I’d written, “Who is Sir Theo?” “Oh. He serves Lord Vermillion. He’s an old blood vampire. He claims to rule the entire mountain territory. I believe your wolf king disagrees.” I nodded. I had heard the name Vermillion whispered among the guards and fighters in the castle. “He attacks the Warren, too?” I wrote. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure both sides would love to wipe us out,” Jordan shrugged. “Don’t worry, though. They haven’t managed it yet.” I found the strength to smile from somewhere.

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.