Seventh Sister Novels & Stories

A thin swirl of violet-gold magic wound around Avi’s ankles like vines made of smoke. Cain’s heart dropped. “Avi?” She didn’t turn. The Circle turned for her. Her head tilted slightly not toward Cain, but as if listening to someone right beside her. Her breathing was shallow, eyes half unfocused. A whisper of words left her mouth, not her voice but layered, ancient, almost melodic: “The tether breaks. The Seventh rises. The Council stirs its blades.” Cain moved instinctively, but Chance shot out a hand without looking at him. “Not yet,” he warned quietly.

“My best friend is no longer the virgin mute! I want my mute back!” I had an inkling of what a stranger might think if they came across such a scene. Why was she crying like she’d been betrayed by her lover?! Quickly, I rushed to the door, peeking to make sure nobody had heard anything before locking it. “This is all my fault…” she whimpered, then snapped her head toward me. “No, it’s yours… even if you wanted to get laid, why him? I mean, I did want you to come out of your shell, but not with the man who chose your sister over you!” She glared angrily.

“You knew she was coming?” Velan glanced down. “I hoped you’d make it far enough for her to want to come.” Azriel exhaled. That kind of pressure didn’t feel like destiny—it felt like being a thread in someone else’s tapestry. Kael shifted, glancing up at the treetops. “So what is the Seventh? Another flame? Another battle?” “No,” Velan said. “The Sixth was the last flame. The Seventh is what’s left.” Mira stopped pacing. Her voice was all edge. “Left of what, exactly?”

Shell casings rain onto concrete. Number Seven moves.Not running. Not dodging. She's just suddenly somewhere else. The bullets hit empty air where she stood a millisecond before. She appears on a catwalk twenty feet above us. "You're too slow. All of you. Even you, Zara." She looks at my sister. "The great terrorist. The enhanced legend. You're old. Outdated. First generation." Zara fires. The bullet passes through where Number Seven's head was. She's already moved again.

Toronto, Canada Quinn POV Amongst the twenty-two women here, I only get along with Sarah. When I arrived she was so sweet and welcoming that I felt it was suspicious, it wasn't until a week and a half ago that she told me she had been crushing on Archie, one of the seven sins. Once a talk that relates to the seven brothers comes into our conversation, she can't keep her mouth shut any longer and rambles on about Archie all day long. She knew I was sent here by Ace and because of the few news she got from the United States she thought I was dating Ace only and that we both would become wives of the Luthers once Archie noticed here. Her so much love for Archie made it so difficult for me to br

“Selling Hailey’s video online could make us a fortune. She deserves such a fate for being a waste!” Hearing Harry belittle me like this completely shattered my view of the world. I thought the love and companionship over the past seven years would be enough for him to love me, but in the end, it was all for nothing. “Harry, you’re the person that I love the most, and this is how you treat me? In the end, who do you think you are hurting? Don’t you know that slandering a woman can make her unable to survive? Do you want me dead?”

And the day went from a perhaps bad to a nightmare in broad daylight. I saw Sienna walking out of a random apartment with messy hair, wearing a shirt that was clearly many sizes too big for her—a shirt that definitely belonged to a man.

Eva Black, who had strangely hung up the phone, blinked and looked to Rose Kinson on the other side. "Jojo doesn't seem to have any effect on your sister, but she appears to be in a bad mood right now." Eva Black told Rose Kinson that since Jojo arrived, Rose Kinson had made her purposefully to makeJojo go to Mary Kinson's difficulties. "Didn't you say Master Seven holds a particular place in Jojo's heart?" "Theoretically, it's extremely unique." "However, it appears like the Seventh Master is more devoted to your sister," Eva Black says, perplexed.

“ I am Amaira, the seer of the future and the seventh guardian pillar of the white witches born and raised by the first witch who descended on this very land,” replied the woman with her hand placed on her bosom as she introduced herself in a voice which was both mystical and entrancing. “ I am one of the oldest witches who walks on this very land, my sister has unfortunately fallen in the hands of the black-hearted ones leaving me alone to protect this land while the ones who managed to get away with their lives moved to another land which was protected against those whose heart is black.”

From her instinctive thought despite her gibby demeanor –flashed Phidel a smile when their eyes met; making her sister returned the smile while she swiftly travel her gaze back to her phone. The latter had wanted to ask her sister the reason behind those broad smile but then, that will make her a weirdo among the passengers on board so decided to save it until they alight. After those anxious moments which looked like a never ending drive for Phidelia, the bus finally came to a halt at their stop. She hastily glided down the bus, followed by Phidel who looked absurdly calmer after seeing her sister– perhaps planning her next move to put Tina and her gang in a tighter corner. To make them mo