Magnificent Seven Fanfiction Novels & Stories

No, there's no way Minerva's really planning to kidnap and eliminate July right now. When too many eyewitnesses and evidence point to her as the prime suspect. They're in July's company building, so how is it that Minerva is going to catch July and take her away later when she's actually doing that despite really wanting to. All those ideas and thoughts are only possible in mafia movies, completely fictional. Even if Minerva had intended to do so, she would not have soiled her own hands. It would have been easier and safer for her to pay people to do all the dark work.

HE slowly changes the symphony as HE shifted to another song where the transition is so smooth anyone who can hear will definitely scream to their death. “Now, now, now.” HE added as HE started, naming. “The elite seven, or should I say, the prominent six.” Calling forth, yet educating everyone, he names the leads, yet rather the antagonist of the novel someone is writing with. “Their life surrounded by the sins, as the center of everything is the Maiden they hold, protect and dearly love. Yet, can they still play with the same game, is what they know as the truth is not?” Somehow singing, yet rather informing, HE laid out the facts as the book is still far halfway done.

she begged, nails digging into his arm. Seven bit her neck again, right over the claiming mark, sending fresh sparks of pleasure and pain through her. “I’m never stopping. This pussy belongs to me now. No other wolf touches what’s mine.” Their bodies moved together, slick and raw as their sweat mixed together. The cabin became filled with the wet sounds of sex and their ragged breathing. Angel came again, harder this time, squirting around his knot. As the high faded, Seven’s voice turned rough with conflict. “My gifted mate is gonna be so mad now when she finds out now, Hope you're happy little omega?” He thrust deep again. “You’ve ruined my alliance now I can’t let you go.”

His eyes are clear, fierce, and entirely possessive. "Get up, my mate," Magnus says softly, lifting me off the desk and setting me on my feet. "Our chariot driver is waiting outside. It's time to show the Nielsen Moonfang Pack what happens when they throw away a royal bloodline." I adjust my coat, ignoring the wetness dripping down my thigh as I button my shirt over the fresh bite marks on my neck. I pick up my violin case, my heart pounding with a cold, ruthless excitement.

"I want three days. Give me everything on Blue Moon—their illegal suppressants, the back-alley surgeries, and exactly how they've been draining the pockets of the poor through medical fraud. I want them to spit out every cent they've stolen, along with a side of blood. As for that accomplice from the Glen Pack... do whatever you want with them." "Got it!" Seven nodded enthusiastically. He tucked an ultra-thin laptop under his arm and vanished into the LA night like a ghost. Nobody would have guessed that this kid was "7"—the genius hacker who had brought the global banking system to its knees three years ago. Seven had always carried a look of natural aggression. Because he'd experienced an

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

Seven did not answer. “You kissed under the moon. Waxing. Full. Waning.” Suddenly, Seven gasps. Her grip on my hand tightens. “I see blood being spilled. Help them. A betrayal. Trust no one. An enemy must be defeated. I see death.” Seven slumps forward onto the table. She appears to have lost consciousness. I attempt to rouse her. “Seven? Wake up.” What the hell just happened? Seven groans and stirs. When she opens her eyes, they have returned to normal.

MEGAN ‘Marley…. I swear…” I gritted, my fingers digging into my hands, almost drawing out blood. She said her blind date was an ugly, trust-fund kid, yet, the smug, arrogant six-foot-four across from me was the total opposite. I sat upright and cleared my throat. Although, I was met with something unexpected, that didn’t stop me from starting what I came here for. Ruining the blind date. “I’m sorry for calling you an ugly alien. There was a miscommunication from my end.”

The silence after the door slammed shut was heavier than the suppression spell itself. Bonnie didn’t say a word; the pity in her eyes had curdled into a somber respect. She performed the ritual with a practiced, somber efficiency. As the silver light of her magic seared through my veins, dulling the golden thread that connected my soul to Edward’s, I didn’t scream. I didn’t even moan. I simply watched the ceiling, counting the seconds until I was finally, blissfully, numb.

I wanted him to say I was the woman he had been obsessed with for seven years. However, he only narrowed his eyes. That was all. "Of course." His tone was calm. "If you like this room, it's yours. Angelo, Alessia is my fiancée. Make sure she's treated accordingly." The butler Angelo Moretti's gaze flicked to me briefly before looking away. He murmured his acknowledgement and left. At that moment, my heart shattered into pieces. Even breathing hurt. Seven whole years! When he was injured and biting back screams, I was the one stitching his wounds. When he thrashed through those bloody nightmares, I was the one holding his head in my lap.