Sevens Novels & Stories

He tapped his fingers on the edge of the table, “Very well. We need dice.” Jake tossed the dice on the table, holding his red pair back. “There you go.” Griffin went first, he shook the tiny white dice in his hand a few times as Jake, Richard and Finneas placed their chips on the pass line. All eyes on Griffin, he needed to roll nine. If he rolled seven, he lost, and it was Richard’s turn. Sure enough the dice landed on seven and Griffin was out of the game, which didn’t upset him at all. He preferred to drink and watch. He passed the pair to Richard.

He never really liked this kind of conversation. "Stupid, perv. By versatility, he means that the vocalist can either play different instruments or he can sing different genres. It's not all about sex, you horny prick." Kevin said in annoyance and I can't help but laugh as I also enjoy hearing him say more than 5 words in a sentence. But hearing what he said, it made me more excited to know about my target for tonight. "But you're actually wrong, Gab." I frowned when I heard Top and we all gave him a curious look. "He's actually a guy. And all the band members are also boys." He added and I can feel the disappointment creeping my whole system.

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Drawing upon the information provided by the map, Severin muttered to himself, "Perhaps there are seventh-grade herbs on this planet too." He was a seventh-grade medium-rank alchemist, so any ordinary sixth-grade herbs were useless for him. Only seventh-grade herbs could ignite Severin's interest enough to warrant action. He hoped that the herbs on the planet ahead held sufficient quality to meet his exacting demands. It would be disappointing if all of them were sixth-grade herbs.

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“Six are missing. A number that doesn't fit with any sacrifice rituals.” That made me frown. She went quiet for a moment, her fingers tapping lightly against the table beside her. “Explain,” Derek urged. “Rituals of this nature are rarely built on even numbers. They follow specific sequences.” “Like?” Derek pressed. “Numbers of significance,” she said. “One. Three. Seven.” Seven. I felt a jolt at the word. The unease inside me increased, something inside me was shifting and I couldn't recognise what was happening. I was snapped out of it when Amanda continued speaking.

I wouldn't notice someone else's presence usually but his was different that I couldn't help but snap my neck to him and when I did, I gasped. He was handsome, I'd give him that and he already had his eyes on me. He gave me a small smile and then stretched out his hand. “I'm Seven.” he said, and I looked at him awkwardly before taking his hand and shaking it. Who names their kid, Seven? I thought but I must have said it out loud because he chuckled and rubbed his thumb on the back of my palm slowly with a twinkle in his eyes. “I guess my parents thought itd be unique to name me the same name as the date of my birth.”

"The document says this is achievable in seven years." Seven years.

She sarcastically made celebratory movements with her arms. “Alright,” said Eva. “Let’s close up shop for a while - at least a month or so. But let’s all keep our eyes and ears open though.” “You got it,” said T-Rex. “And if anyone needs any help, just holler at me.” Everyone affirmed the same with everyone else. They were the Seven, and would be there for each other no matter what. They had taken down Nightmare together, and promised to take down more scum in the future. But for now, they needed to get back into their normal lives.

“They started a war they couldn’t finish.” Serai’s lips pressed tight. “And now you think you can finish it.” Cain didn’t deny it. Avi finally spoke, her voice controlled. “Why come in groups of seven?” Serai’s gaze flicked to her. “Because seven is the old binding number. Seven is the number of threads a Circle ties to a Keeper.” Chance’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re trying to bind her?” Serai’s head snapped up. “No!” But it came too fast, too reflexive.