Seven Days War Novels & Stories

It's something that needs to be done even if I wish I was alone with my mate instead. There is so much we need to sort out with Nathanial. Knowing we only have seven days until a war there is a good chance we won't all survive plays heavily on my mind. I won't lose Nathanial and I won't die having him think I hate him. We need to talk this all out, move towards forgiveness together.

He scoffed, "when that three weeks is over, a war will happen and you may be caught in the middle." "Agreed."

It would be a real blood shed. Azalia couldn't believe Nahash would go as far as to create a war just to satisfy his fragile ego. It would mean countless deaths and countless destroyed homes all over the land. The seven kingdoms would never be the same after such a tragedy. It would probably be worse than the Great War against the Shachor Kingdom hundreds of years ago. Azalia didn't think even Nahash would be ready to risk that.

he whispered. A dark day it was for Russe, the Alpha of the Teros Pack, with the pack members murmuring and whispering twisted rumours around town about him. At the training ground, all the young werewolves gathered for their first training after weeks of postponement due to the Alpha’s ‘now ruined’ wedding to his mate Adelia. “Pssttt!! Hey, have you guys heard the recent news?!” A redheaded youngster gossiped. Her little question piqued the other werewolves curiosity and they all shuffled closer to her, leaning down with much enthusiasm.

"Dammit, these seven fellows really think that we are easy to bully!" Among the warships, Feng Canyun and the others could clearly see the movements of the Seven Killings of Blood. With angry on their faces, it was obvious that these seven guys were going to fight to the death.

I called after her. “Do you know what today is? It is our seventh wedding anniversary.” Vera stopped, and her voice sounded flat and calm. “I know. Austin kept pushing, and I did not want to make him sad.” The door shut behind her with a sharp click, and their voices drifted back through the wall. One of them said, “Stupid rainy day. It got my sneakers all dirty.”

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.

Firash jogged their way, dropping into an empty chair with his own plate and digging in viciously as if this were his last meal. Stefano looked at Ellie and started talking, "There's a war coming. We don't understand it yet, but we knew conflict had been brewing for years. I saw glimpses of it at the beginning of the year, but not enough of a vision to understand what our future holds. I'm not skilled enough to be able to interpret the glimpse of visions that I see. Grandfather is, and he saw the war. The wolves will fight amongst themselves first, then they will fight against a different force. A darker force meant to destroy magical creatures. There is a group of seven, we don't know who a

Alara’s POV Seven days. Seven days since the night the palace had erupted into chaos. Seven days since the beds of my children had been found empty. Seven days since the hunt had begun. And still… there was no sign of them. The war room smelled like exhaustion. Maps covered the long oak table in overlapping layers, marked with ink circles, claw scratches, and hastily written notes. Candles had burned down to small puddles of wax along the edges, their flames flickering weakly against the stone walls.