Seven Days War Novels & Stories

Whatever it is, I just dismissed it and just typed a reply to Daisy saying Zandrey and I are also on the way. "Hey, it's been seven days," Zandrey suddenly said. My brows furrowed. "What?" "Our deal." Oh... Now that I think about it, it's been seven days since we decided to pretend we're in a relationship to shoo Charles away. As agreed, it would go on for a week but if it won't work, then we'll think about something else. I haven't seen Charles for days now, but I'm not sure if our plan really worked.

Daniel laid there a little longer before he went back into the living room. The fire was low, throwing more firewood in the fireplace, he sat near it. Daniel needed to get back to his planet before the girls got comfortable here, he would come back when he knew the planet was ready for them. The last time he tried bringing them there, the war started early, and many died including Gabriela and Abey. “You think they can pull off saving this world again?” Adrian a Dark Council member spoke walking out of the darkness of the corner.

"Seven days. We will use them. Train you to harness that power properly. Unite as many packs as we can. Prepare for war." "And at the end of seven days?" "We end Marcus." Rowan's amber eyes blazed. "Permanently." I looked at my four mates, at the determination in their faces, the love in their bonds. Then I looked at the bodies, at the blood, at the promise of violence to come. "Okay," I said softly. "Seven days. We prepare. We train. We unite every pack that will stand with us." "And then?" Asher asked.

It felt weird, too real, too serious. It was always bound to happen. I couldn’t be seen postponing it any longer. In fact, I didn’t even want to postpone it. I was hurt. The pain of seeing my people maltreated by my mate was deeper than any love I thought I had for Silver. Revenge at this point was more important. “How soon can we match to war?” I asked. The commander had a proud smile on his face. “In one week,” he told me. “Then tell the people to prepare as hard as they can because in seven days, we match into war,” I said.

ARIES' POV: It's been two weeks since the war, and things feel quieter, peaceful, and calm. It felt good to be able to close my eyes without the fear of someone sneaking in to kidnap me or kill me. And it also felt good to be back to myself again without the fast-beating heart that dreaded the war.

I told him I sent them back but he explained to me that they were never seen since then. It was a bad news to me and I feared something bad might have happened to them. He calmed me down saying he believed they will be seen because all the sacrifices they have made were accepted but I can't help but think he was just trying to make me feel relaxed. The seventh day sacrifice was in two dimensions. It was started with the normal sacrifice that ended that day. The soldiers were prayed for so that they will arrive safely and the second sacrifice which was for thanksgiving proceeded. This part took more time and everyone put in their best.

"We aren't playing defense this week. We are playing to destroy." Ten minutes later, we were settled into the plush, cream leather seats of his private jet. The luxury was mind-blowing—gold accents, a personal chef, and a bed in the back cabin. As the jet lifted off the tarmac, climbing high into the winter clouds, Axel poured two glasses of champagne, handing one to me. "To the start of total warfare," he said, clinking his glass against mine. I smiled, the champagne bubbling against my lips. "To total warfare."

Now that they had made it into the finals, it was entirely because I was carrying them single-handedly. Rowan, Rhea, and the rest never thought the team I led would be the one standing across from them in the finals. A sense of crisis crept over Rowan. He knew my ability as a jungler. With only a week left before the match, a batch of negative rumors about me suddenly exploded online. A heavily edited video was widely reposted by marketing accounts across all platforms, titled: Nina Vale’s Ultimate Simp.

Not just because Victor had broken his promise to me, but because the System's cold, robotic voice echoed in my head. [Ding. The five-year deadline has been reached. Target affection and familial bonds have not reached one hundred percent. Mission failed. Your inner wolf will completely decay, and you will die in seven days.] Seven days. The final countdown of my life had begun. Ten years ago, this System bound to me. It told me I had a rare condition called Inner Wolf Decay. The only way to survive was to get complete love or familial affection from one of four targets within a decade. Those four targets were my brother Caleb, my healer Julian, my childhood friend Victor, and my personal gu

I saw the freed prisoners getting care from healers, Holly comforting scared children with her singing, and my dad getting ammo ready with the other Hunters for the big fight ahead. Eight weeks. That's all we had. Eight fucking weeks to end this war. Eight weeks to stop Heriberto. Eight weeks to rewrite the prophecy. Eight weeks or nothing.