Seventh Sister Novels & Stories

A face untouched by time. She spoke softly. “Tell me…” “Where is the Seventh Crown?” The priest whispered in horror, “You’re supposed to be dead.” The woman smiled. “I was.” Then she leaned closer. “But death…” “…belongs to my family.” ⸻ End of Chapter 41

“Seraphiel carried witch magic. Caelia carried fae. Nerissa was human.” Caliana frowned. “Human?” “The makers learned supernatural blood was not what made choice dangerous.” “What did?” “Being alive.” No one spoke. Aurora continued. “The seventh was named Thalia. The eighth, Veyra.” “And the ninth?” Aurora hesitated. Emmy’s heartbeat increased. “The woman I saw.” “Yes.” “She looked like me.” “Yes.” “What was her name?” “Astra.” Emmy whispered it. “Astra.” The door pulsed.

"Public. Specific. No ambiguity whatsoever." He looked at the ceiling briefly. "What did she say." "She called me her sister," Irina said quietly. He looked at her. At her face. At whatever was on it. "Good," he said. Simply. Like it was the only appropriate response to that information. She held his hand. He held hers back. The hospital room did its hospital room thing around them and outside Atlanta went about its Wednesday and somewhere across the city Sasha McKinney was presumably still being available to anyone who wanted to take her up on it and finding, as she'd predicted, that nobody was.

Three sisters from a southern ducal family who moved in practiced unison. Seraphina Velmere entered sixth, in robes of deep ivory embroidered at the collar and sleeves with her family's crest in gold thread, her pearl-and-gold cuff bracelet catching the torchlight, her composure so controlled it read almost as serenity. She moved to her designated position with the grace of someone who had spent her entire life learning to move through exactly this kind of room, and her eyes swept the assembled nobles with the calm assessment of someone who has also spent her entire life understanding that she belongs here.

“I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time. But I think it’s time you knew.” My eyes narrowed. “And what is that?” She met my gaze, her expression unreadable. “I am Seven.”

"He doesn't even use the Chamberlain surname anymore?" "That's right." "Good." He chuckled. "Then I can handle him according to the rules. He crippled one of my men." "Do what you want," Amara said, her voice turning colder. "From now on, his affairs have nothing to do with the Chamberlain family." She ended the call. Giana Chamberlain, the seventh sister, bit her lip. She had always been soft, easily swayed. Even the decision to throw Oscar out had been a majority vote she followed, not one she led.

"The Seventh Sister," Mona whispered, her Chronicle-mind struggling to process the data streaming from the captured Arbiter's terminal. "She wasn't a secret, Elena. She was an Insurance Policy. Silas knew that if the six sisters ever united, they would possess the 'Key of the Earth.' So he took the seventh embryo—the one with the highest neural plasticity—and sent her to the Lunar Vault before she even had a name."

Thinking about a man with careful eyes who had looked at her with an expression she couldn’t read and said something about her bracelet that wasn’t about her bracelet at all. And thinking about another man somewhere in this building. Cole Mercer. Whose sister had been used and burned. Who had been at Xavier’s side for eight years. Who the third channel apparently wanted her to watch tonight. She walked back into the ballroom.

I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place. "Corey! Don’t go!" Deanna suddenly broke down, screaming after me. "Even if the Cunninghams collapse, I won’t let the Grahams walk away unscathed! I gave you seven years of my life. Even if I have to die, I’ll take a piece of your family down with me!" I stopped and slowly turned back, looking at her like she was nothing more than a clown putting on a show. "Deanna, do you really think you have that kind of power? You’re way out of your depth."

Cute. Lily kept going, her voice low. “Then one night I saw him leaving this party with this girl from my street. He claimed she was her sister, not knowing I know the girl better than him. Always lying with the ‘sister-cousin talk’. Looking very innocent like he’d never even kissed anyone before. I followed them stupidly.” She paused, observing my face. Of course I had my rapt attention on her. She continued. “They went to his car. I watched through the window. He had her bent over the seat in under five minutes. She was crying a little but she didn’t stop him. He was fucking his aclaimed sister to my greatest surprise.”