Sevens Light Novel Illustration Novels & Stories

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

Seven did not answer. “You kissed under the moon. Waxing. Full. Waning.” Suddenly, Seven gasps. Her grip on my hand tightens. “I see blood being spilled. Help them. A betrayal. Trust no one. An enemy must be defeated. I see death.” Seven slumps forward onto the table. She appears to have lost consciousness. I attempt to rouse her. “Seven? Wake up.” What the hell just happened? Seven groans and stirs. When she opens her eyes, they have returned to normal.

After returning to the dorm alone, I made a cup of instant noodles and, as usual, logged into a game. Only when my eyes started to ache did I shut down the computer and go wash up. My phone rang with the notification tone I had set for special contacts. I opened social media and saw a post Rowan had just shared. "Having you is the best thing. The hangover soup you made is the best in the world." The photo showed Nina’s back as she worked in the kitchen, wearing an apron. Under the bright white lights, a gentle, harmonious glow seemed to settle over her.

I replied without hesitation: [Quinn, let's break up. After sending it, I blocked her. I did not question her any further, nor did I accuse her hysterically. I simply ended this seven-year-long deception. When the plane took off, I turned and looked at the city lights outside the window. Where those lights glowed in the distance, there would never again be a way home for me.

“Now, now, now, just how many days remain?” He counted as his excitement and lust are shown all over his face. With the vintage-like movie strips that are flashing quickly in front of his eyes, where the characters and main ones are the prominent seven. He draws a perfect sinister smile as he tilts his head to the side before snapping his finger once and stopping the scene, all and directly towards the image and the perfect everyone claims to be, for this world’s Shrine Maiden. “Beautiful.”