Seven Realms Novels Novels & Stories

She would be thrown into the dungeons immediately for questioning, or worse, killed. She was so young that I doubt she's had her first shift yet. I couldn't save her even if I wanted to. Saving an enemy is considered treason. And treason for an Heir is, well, a fate worse than death. “If you're a werewolf, why did you wander so far away from your people in the middle of the night?” Kalias, the High Lord of the Fireborns, asked. The girl kept her head low, her long hair hiding her face from view. She continued shivering, her teeth chattering. She didn't acknowledge the High Lord's question, which seemed to irritate him.

And after my death, you had me—the dignified daughter of the Chapman family—wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave. I cocked my eyebrow at him. "I heard you did the same to Camilla after her death. You really have a thing for throwing dead bodies into mass graves, don't you? It's something you haven't changed even after two lifetimes!" "Gigi, you… you've been reborn, too?" he asked shakily. "I should've seen you for what you were in my past life, Maurice—a worthless piece of trash," I snarled. Maurice's strength left him when he learned I'd also been reborn. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor.

Her opalescent scales shimmered in the moonlight as she glared up at me. 'I am only a hatchling in this realm. My soul has been around for a very long time, taking the form of one familiar or another, but you are the first to be worthy of my true form.' Her true form? The egg shifted once more, and more of the shell cracked and fell apart until there stood a tiny dragon. She spread her wings, flicking her spiked tail back and forth at the remaining shell before once more looking up at me. She was beautiful. Covered entirely in shimmering opalescent scales, small horns pointed backward off her head as she raised it back up to look up at me, causing the spines running the length of her back to

I started walking. And somewhere in the northern capital, in a palace that had never once held anything as inconsequential as a servant girl from Ruen, the new Emperor sat alone in his war room at dawn with maps of a continent that was already entirely his — and felt, without explanation, without precedent, without any framework in which to place the sensation: Restless. As though something that had been very far away was, slowly, getting closer. ~~~

she said with suspicion. "In our world, Verendus, there are three realms being managed by these three major gods namely Gwydion, Aengus and Cailleach. Gwydion manages Caelistis which is the realm in the sky. Aengus, on the other hand, manages Pandeia which is the realm underneath us. Lastly, Cailleach manages Middea which is the middle realm where we live. In a world where we have three different yet big divisions, don't you think it's normal to have or learn different types of magic? You asked why am I certain about your magic? Because those who are born with a sacred curse often possess the same magic—black magic. I'm giving this diary to you because the old owner of it possessed the same

Just to clear something up, the other realm is the supernatural universe, and the seven kingdoms are like the seven continents, but each continent has its own leader, like a king, each continent has many covens, covens would be like a town, each town has a group of council members with one in charge, like a mayor, these council members are there to make sure every supernatural being is looked after, that no one breaks the rules, but in the end it is the kingdom leaders who are in charge, and they make the rules, the council members have a set of additional rules if they wish. if you have any questions please leave a comment and I'll answer.

Joanna asked, moving back to his side. He smiled. "Jasmine needs to go to the dragon realm," he said and carefully turned the pages of the book until he found the page he wanted. To me, he said, "Your mom created realms for the creatures of the seven magics after she defeated Sharra the first time. You know that?" he asked. "Of course." It was taught at the Academy, though I'd never heard of a dragon realm. Just add that to the list of things I didn't know existed, including an angel realm.

It was exactly what happened in the last two hundred and thirty realms they colonised and inevitably destroyed their sun. Freya shut the book and gaped, her mind whirring. This was insane! Other realms? She had never heard of such outside of folklore. If this book was to be believed, their world was in danger. King Ardelan the power hungry son of a bitch didn’t know did he?

She thoughtfully brought some sweet treats—wedding favors meant for the guests. When Liana saw Gwyneth, a cold, dangerous look flashed in her eyes. Gwyneth flashed her diamond ring at her. "Liana, I'm living the life you wanted so badly." Liana looked at her with burning hatred, her voice thick with malice. "So what? Your second marriage will be no different. Your husband will cheat again, and it'll all fall apart." Then, she scoffed. "What guy in the world would ever be satisfied with only one woman?"

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al