Lord Seventh Novels & Stories

Just as he was about to drive his foot down, Leon finally buckled under the pressure and shouted, “Heart Lake Building! She is at Heart Lake Building! “It was Pendragon! He asked me to kidnap Snow Fenner!” “Who is Pendragon?” asked Tyr. “I can’t explain it,” replied Leon. “He is very powerful, Tyr Summers. He has no regard for the gentries of the north or the South Lambert Royal Family. I warn you Tyr. You do not want to get on his bad side!” Tyr snickered and brought his foot down onto Julio’s neck. “My son…” Leon was devastated. He did not expect Tyr to be so ruthless, killing his son so cruelly even after he was told of Snow’s whereabouts.

--- 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.

--- The Dark Towers "You foolish and greedy woman," High Lord Rhovan said, and his voice went through the stone walls. "Once again, your hunger for power has blinded you. How dare you think of taking the throne of the Alpha of the pack that took you in and made you Beta. Have you no sense at all. You have shown yourself to be of no use to me." Lydia Voss knelt on the cold floor with her head bowed. "I beg for your forgiveness, my lord."

Do you know who I am? Matthias stared at Alden, his eyes filled with cold, murderous intent. Under that gaze, Alden's voice faltered, fear overwhelming him. "The Stoermer family? Three thousand elite soldiers? Hah!" Matthias' voice was hoarse, his face twisted in rage. "So you know about the chaotic warzone? Have you heard of the Legion of the Unbreakable? "I am Matthias Lowell, the leader of the Legion of the Unbreakable! People call me Lord Matthias!"

She stepped out of bed to open the door, only to see a strange male standing on the other side of the thick bars. He slowly removed his hood, revealing his face and Lylah stared at the familiar male with a blank expression. “You're Lylah Greystone,” he said. “And you're one of the Lords of the Emissaries,” she muttered. “Yes. I'm Lord Atheon, Lord of the North,” he stepped closer—nearly crossing a dark border line. “Careful,” Lylah warned. “Many have died crossing that.” Atheon glanced down at the black line that stretched across the floor.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

"Not destruction." "I believe him," Seren said. "Both things can be true. He wants accountability and he wants the throne, and he's intelligent enough to understand that destroying Caspian to get the throne produces neither." She paused. "What he hasn't fully accounted for is that Aldara's version of accountability and his version are not the same thing." "She wants the throne for him." "She wants the throne for the bloodline's stability as she defines it," Seren said. "Lysander is her instrument for that. Whether he understands the degree to which he's being used rather than supported is something I've been trying to determine for four years."

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

"Gather the packs for training. Next time, I am leading." George gazed at me strangely. For the first time, he did not only defy my order but also challenged me."You think we weren't doing our best, isn't it? Well if you must know, there is another red dragon, which looks exactly like the Dragon Lord. It's stronger and more powerful. His fire reaches at least two hundred werewolves. You have a lot to do if you want to continue this fight and I think that this whole revenge plan of yours isn't worth it."

Every vampire born or turned had to be registered under the council, a body of five special vampires who ruled over every vampire in the country. Each member known as an elder. We all had to answer to them but I answered to no one. I was the girl whose birth was unscented, undisclosed. I had never met my mother, so I had no knowledge about authority as it went until I was nineteen. I had gone on a raid with a few of my friends as usual like the scavengers we were but I got caught by a protector. Being dragged like an animal to the council when my name wasn't found in the registry was one of the worst days of my life, the humiliation was real and I had swore to never relent to them. Suffice t