Seven Days War Novels & Stories

“Not bad. You look like a proper noble now.” I beamed happily before placing another scallop inside my mouth. “Then I guess you’re ready to battle in the next seven days.” My eyes turned sharp upon hearing what he said. I carefully settled the fork on the table and stared at the empty wall ahead. Seven days... I can now count with my fingers the days I have left before the victory banquet. The five dukes of the empire will come back to the capital after the 3 years of war. Finally, the time has come for me to meet the 2nd Male lead.

Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

Blaine asked tentatively, Rena looked confused now as her surprise was replaced with how strange Blaine began to act. "Blaine, what's wrong?" She asked, worry etched in her voice as she moved to him quickly to examine him. As Blaine was one of the few humans who were taller than she was; it was a welcome respite when she had to reach up to his face. She reached up and placed a hand gently on his face and smiled as he leaned into her touch. Blaine sighed at her gentle touch, he felt horribly conflicted. The Seven knew how much he loved her.

She stopped, throat tight. Varian’s gaze sharpened. “Say it.” “In your war.” For a long beat, he didn’t move. Then, with a controlled exhale, he sank back into his chair. “No meetings past seven,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words like something bitter. “Fine.” Liora blinked. “Fine?” “But understand this,” Varian continued, voice quiet, lethal. “When the clock strikes seven, the war doesn’t stop. It moves. To basements, to cars, to men who bleed for me in alleys. Don’t confuse my concession for peace.”

Reid lowered the phone slowly, the weight of everything pressing down on his shoulders. James broke the silence softly. “One week.” Reid nodded. “One week before everything explodes.” Outside, the city lights of Italy glittered innocently. Inside, a war was being planned.

War started now. ***

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************

She and I were all each other had now. I looked around the ground floor, thinking back to the last two years I had worked through the darkest of the underground to get here. Every day was burned in my memory, but it was worth it to make it to Warhammer and be close to the Wallber family. My stomach clenched in fear and anticipation at the thought. The Seven Days of Heaven auction, as the clients called it, only happened once a year. The club auctioned off the chance to spend seven days with one of the ten most popular prostitutes away from the club: no rules, no restrictions, and no oversight.

"Seven days. Then it's over. And I'm finally free of him." I watch him leave. Cormac Brennan. The brother who feels nothing. Perfect ally for genocide. Seven days until the assault. Seven days to finalize plans. Seven days until Callum Brennan and eighty-three wolves die screaming. I'm looking forward to it.