Seven Days War Novels & Stories

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

The messenger's warning burned in Aria's mind like a brand. One week. Seven days until the Nameless One's army reached their borders. Seven days to prepare for a war that would decide everything she had built, everything she had fought for, everything she had become. Seven days to turn wolves who had known peace into warriors who could face darkness itself.

All the maidens want to be around him, he was very huge, with a broad chest, when he walks, his hills barely touch the ground, he was enrolled into the warriors of Odudu, the village was still in slide tension but not as before, one day, a messenger from the kingdom of Abgadu visited the kingdom of Odudu, to inform them of a war... a war that will commence in the next seven Oya market days, the King who is now very old was

Was she rejecting his money? "That's my offer!" he declared,"You will be my wife for seven day." his eyes stared, "take it or leave!" The words slammed into Tatiana’s chest. Seven days. Just Seven Days. This was a countdown, not a total freedom. She thought of her uncle, of the prison she called home. No matter how imperfect the deal, she couldn’t return there. Tatiana's lips trembled before she forced them into a steady line. “ I accept.”

"Victor has Charity." Seven was across the room in a second, his arms wrapping around me. I didn't push him away this time. I collapsed into him, my forehead pressed against his chest, sobbing into the fabric of his shirt. The sexual tension that usually defined us was replaced by a desperate, jagged need for survival. "I'll kill him," Seven rasped, his hand gripping the back of my head. "I don't care about the art. I don't care about the career. I'll burn the whole world down to get her back."

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

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.

Only then did he see clearly that the figure on stage wasn't Anna at all. "Anna, Clara, where did you go?" Security hauled Micah out of the concert hall while he unconsciously called out our names. But it was far too late now. We'd long since built better lives. … Seven years later, cold moonlight flooded the streets of Lurich on a winter night. Micah stood outside the glass window of my piano studio, watching me guide a student's fingering under the warm yellow lights. I'd pulled my long hair into a loose bun and was gently rocking an autistic boy's hand over the piano keys.

Subject Seven and I followed, prisoners of a deal I hoped I'd survive long enough to break. Above us, Chicago lived normally. Below us, the puppet master had revealed himself. And the real war—the one that had been building for eighty years—was finally beginning.

His eyes scanned the words and his expression became darker than it could have ever been. Then he lifted his gaze to me. And I saw it. For the first time in a long while it was something close to dread. “What does it say?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended. Xander’s grip tightened on the paper then he read. "The war ends in seven days. If you do not surrender, Lycara will fall. You will kneel before your king, or you will burn. Choose." A cold shudder ran down my spine. Seven days.