Sevens Wiki Novels & Stories

Severin focused on his purpose for visiting the Seventh Mountain and explained, "I came to the Seventh Mountain to find the Sword Tomb. I'd like to acquire some heptagold energy." Yaacob's expression shifted to that of astonishment. "Heptagold energy? Are you learning the Sky-Soil Heptagold Sword Energy?" Although confused by Yaacob's surprised reaction, Severin nodded in affirmation. Myles, the Seventh Mountain's peak master, was aware of Severin's proficiency in that particular technique. For that reason, Myles invited Severin to explore the Seventh Mountain after meeting him outside the Alchemy Tower.

My wolf and his cryptic shit continues, as he enjoys reliving some of my fondest memories of the days I would spend with my father in his library. The Seven were the servants of the gods. Their sole purpose in life was to maintain the balance on earth and keep the scales tipped in the favour of good. The book my father found was the Seven’s own record of their successes and failures as they fought to fulfil that purpose, and their eventual downfall after going against their creators when they learned of their corruption. If Abernathy has found their tomb, and it’s on our land… I can’t even… why wouldn’t my father have told me?

Katleho said. “What I know is that. The Sevens brother’s are a big organization operating globally.They deal in drugs and if you don’t do your job they kill you without mercy.They chop your head off and feed it to their pig’s” Vincent said. “Where do you get your merchandise?”I asked.

By nine I knew the colony's three unofficial power structures, the names of the people who ran them, and which favors were worth asking for versus which would cost more than I could afford to repay. This was what surviving looked like on Verath Colony Seven. Verath Seven was a dying world. Not metaphorically — the planet's core had been cooling for a century, the tectonic instability increasing yearly, the mining infrastructure that had built the colony's original economic case becoming less viable with each passing decade as the deposits thinned and the cave-ins grew more frequent. The colonial authority's reports described the situation in terms like transitional restructuring and long-ter

“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.

It was clear now—I was nothing more than an outsider in this house. In my previous life, I was like a wounded bird, desperately trying to survive in this cold city for seven years, only to end it all by jumping off a building. How ridiculous. I wasn't about to make the same mistakes in this life. I would learn to stand on my own, without seeking affection or pouring my heart out. I chuckled and pointed to the most unassuming thing in the corner—a necklace made from plain seashells. "I'll take that one," I said.

While there was no one at home, I quickly packed up, but I could not find my passport. I could not find it even after searching through every nook and cranny. But I did find a battered notebook. On the cover were two words. [Leave him.] With trembling fingers, I flipped the notebook open. The edges were yellowing. By the looks of it, these words had been written far earlier than the words at the bottom of the makeup box. There were only a few words on the first page, but the contents were terrifying.

" I winced, drawing in a jagged breath while my nails dug deep into my palms. I felt sick to the stomach as I took in their sycophantic expressions, which felt even more revolting than the salty, stagnant smell of the docks. Calvino gave me a slow once-over, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I guess she makes the cut. Just barely, though." He suddenly raised his voice, his tone turning sharply menacing. "I'll give it to you straight—Don Ariani is a germaphobe and a stickler for the rules. If she performs well tonight, your gambling debts will be cleared, but if she angers Don Ariani…" He then pointed toward the dark, bottomless water outside and continued, "I'll have you weighed down and tosse

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—"

So, your reasoning for breaking our promise was that there wasn't such a rule? He frowned. "Don't make me out to be that kind of person. I understand that you want me to take you away from Pine Ridge, but this isn't the time for you to make a scene." "Make a scene," I mumbled in defeat. The truth was that the old Pine Ridge custom had been abolished years ago. Still, for four years, I had crossed mountain after mountain for Joseph. The ridges here stretched endlessly into each other, layer upon layer. Among the women here, seven trips out of the mountains before marriage were considered the limit.