Seventh Son Novel Novels & Stories

I know the stories of Astria all too well, the havoc and destruction they've left in their wake. They were demonic by nature - to be loathed and expelled at all cost. "We were on the verge of extinction before he arrived and united all the packs as one, ending their bloodline so history would never repeat itself. But that was until the prophecy—the threat of a new dawn of their existence. The only way to curb it is if the 7th son obtains a powerful pairing." The 7th son... I know the word doesn't necessarily mean 'literally' because historically, Cyrus only had one child with his mate, meaning '7th son' translates to his 7th descendant in line for the throne.

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

"Not now, not ever." ... I checked myself out of the hospital against medical advice, against all those soft instincts that had kept me chained to his side for seven years. The accident had taken my child and my love for Dante. I returned to the villa where I had lived for seven years. Seven years of memories were etched into every wall, every floor, every sheet that had been stained with our sweat. When I first met Dante, he was not yet a mafia Don. Back then, he had just taken over the Castellano family when it was on its last legs, hunted by countless enemies. Besides ambition, he had nothing.

Seven shook his head. "I don't care about territories. I want answers." "You will have them." "When?" "When you are ready to hear them,” he answered. Seven's frustration grew. "Stop speaking in riddles and tell me who you are." The stranger studied him for another long moment. "I am someone who knew your father." Seven went completely still. "My father?" "Yes." "What did you know about him?" "Enough to know that his bloodline was never truly gone, and enough to know that those who feared your father's bloodline would soon come for you.”

Sean said, “You…Rose! Aren’t you just wishing for disorder in this world? Do you think that is possible? I understood why Old Master Shaw had been hiding this secret from us. If it were you, how are you going to reveal it? South City is Sebastian’s now, then Holden suddenly popped up out of the blue. What should we do?” Sean was so worried that he felt light-headed. He did not know that Holden was his biological son in the past. It was not until this moment that only he found out that he actually had another son. It was self-evident that he felt joy in his heart. However, what now? His son only returned after he turned more than thirty years old. Could it be that it would be just like seven

I'd like to hear what else they have to complain about their lives," I mocked sarcastically. But none of the Dentworths could tell that I was being sarcastic. As I gazed at Mathias, who went along with every word the Dentworths said, I no longer felt any trace of sadness for him. Ever since I had been reborn, I finally realized that this son of mine was absolutely useless. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I wondered if he really was my and Thomas' son. How on earth did he turn out to become like this? It turned out that some people were naturally rotten at heart. No matter how much one tried to educate and nurture them, they wouldn't be able to change the fact that the person was already rot

"Yes and more which you'd find out from the chip-Son, you have to go now, they'd come in here any moment, go!." He shook his head stubbornly "No papa, come with me." "I can't son, I need to take care of things. You're my only child left, you need to live. go son " he pushed him towards a wall and touched his palm on the wall, it opened revealing an elevator. He pushed him inside "Remember, you're my son, a mafia lord and the rightful heir to the Donahue empire. Trust no one but yourself." He pressed a button and the elevator closed up and begin to move down but the boy stop it, he ran out of it

The smell of the medicine was not strong, but it still made Gemma uncomfortable and nauseous. Time is like a cool breeze, passing very quickly and never coming back. Since the day her father died Gemma has never been able to leave this mansion, she can't even attend his father's funeral, her father has been gone for a year but she cannot visit his grave. The son Gemma hated was one year old, Jethro named their first son Clement Thompson, he wanted his son to be benevolent, tolerant, able to let go of hatred and forgive others' sins that he couldn't do.

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

As fast as I could I cast a spell and sent Leo back tumbling to the floor as I put him to sleep but I turned around too slow and Seven was nowhere to be found. I quickly put the Alpha back in his bed and went searching for my son but he had disappeared into thin air.