Seventh Son Novels & Stories

"I stole the girl belonging to my younger brother, and I selfishly marked the girl as mine. At that time I never thought that I would fall in love." "At first, I was jealous of Jack and I took everything he loved. To think I was the one who lost my own game." I looked up at the overcast sky, I sighed tiredly. Karma is over, demons and humans can't be together. It's better if Aphrodite and Hyun Ki aren't together in the second season of the novel. The metaphor of the novel title The Bad Son-in-Law sounds so annoying. Alcander stared at me intensely.

Even though I know I'm still far from strong enough but I will get there. One day, when I finished my training, Sarah couldn't help but to finally tell me what I had been bothering her about. That was when I learned that the Edward who bombed the castle was the Seven's father and the most powerful overlord in the United States. He wants to control the seven but fails, feeling the immense threat from their existence he decides to dispose of them. Noticing my confusion she then told me that there was nothing like familiar love in the Luther family. Recalling the things she told me that day I couldn't help but sigh. A lot of people have always wanted to be like the seven known mysterious brothe

His mother had been angry ever since then and true to her words, she never called him her son anymore. What was worse? She hardly came out of her room. She stopped giving Seven the early morning kiss she would give, after all, he was not her son any longer and his father was too busy to help him appeal to his mother. He could forfeit everything but not his mother. He was to be made the Alpha on his twentieth birthday, a day after Hazel’s birthday. Seven had met Stephanie about three times ever since that night and they had got to hang out and talk a lot but she was not as intelligent as Hazel. Although she was more enticing physically, she lacked a lot intellectually compared to Hazel.

So much for that message. Lucifer climbs to his feet and stares angerly at his son. "That's the Seven I remember from the past. Being a married man has made you weak, son." "I'm strong enough to defeat you, old man." Lucifer shoots out a blaze of energy that paralyzes Seven and lifts him off the floor. He's soars towards his son. "You will never be my equal, Seven. You better remember that." Lucifer opens a low wooden door and pushes him through the small opening. The stairs leading down are steep and difficult to master with tied hands. It's dark and a cold breeze fan their faces on the way down.

"We clicked so fast and became close, telling me everything about what happened to him, the devilish King of Seven in one, the woman he fell hopelessly in love with and a stubborn witty Alpha who would stand at no chance than to frustrate his life." Leon said, staring directly at the direction of Aiden who was also sending glares to him, twitching his jaw as I could hear his teeth gritting against each other and his veins clearly visible on his hands he held the poor fork hard with clenched hands. "Wow! I thought he was a relative or something?" I asked and he shook his head. "He isn't, his mother died under the king's blade and I think he's the only son. And Tahira, I don't think Seven is d

"They ruin your skin." "She wouldn't have liked you leaving me alone either." "Or getting a minor pregnant. How is he?" It's such a shitty conversation that I respond with monosyllables and evasions. He's back in town after three years, and I won't be his son. He's never been a good father, especially after my mother's death. But he's acting weird; there's no trace of alcohol on him anymore, his beer is light, and he's shaved his beard and those unkempt locks. "What a useless guy," my mind mocks.

I asked as I felt Oceanton's biting wind cut across my skin. Quinn went silent for a long time. "Conrad, I..." I did not want to hear her explanation and hung up. A few minutes later, my phone started to vibrate again. My mother's broken sobs came through the line. "Conrad! I couldn't believe I have a son like you! You were someone's… Someone's boy toy for seven years?! You made your father so angry that he had a heart attack! The surgery is going to cost fifty thousand dollars! Where are we supposed to get that much money..."

" This time, I was the one who froze. In other words, that was hush money to make me save Henry, who had tried to stab me in the heart. Soon, I came to understand why. Alan wanted a son with no criminal record. He wanted to preserve his reputation. It was obvious that he had made this decision without telling Margot or Leon beforehand. Both of them looked at him with disapproval, especially Leon, who was the one who had been stabbed. Alan stared at me and asked, "So, will you do it? With this money, you can do many things your heart desires. You'll still be my son. If you ever need money, I, as your father, will provide for you."

Sebastian slammed a hand on the table, shouting theatrically, “What the hell do you want with us? Let us go, or you’ll regret it! My father will make every last one of you dogs crawl on your knees!” Caitlin knew he was putting on an act, but she had never seen him play madman before. She had to dig her nails into her thigh just to keep from laughing. Meanwhile, in the control center’s private office, a man in his sixties sat with his feet on the desk, puffing a cigar. He was Ignatius, the head of The Seventh Door. Opposite him sat a burly man with a brutal face, speaking gravely. “Word just came in. They showed up today—at the Jonathan estate, no less. But Mr. Jonathan refused to see them. W

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.