Seventh Son Novels & Stories

Everything made her sick. "You're not alone," her mother said. It wasn't a question. Scarlett looked at the closed bathroom door. "No." "Who is with you." "A business partner." She said. "His name is Xavier Blackwell." Another silence. Longer. "Elena's son," her mother said. "Yes." The word that came out of her mother's end of the line was in Italian. Something that sounded like a swear. Then: "He knows?"She stayed silent, possibly reconsidering her choice of words and then continued, “You both are working together?”

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

He had appeared far earlier than I had expected. My shocked gaze triggered Jeremy. He said angrily, “Charlotte, come home with me. I’ve already found the best doctor in the whole world for you.” “It’s fine, Jeremy. Xander has already made arrangements for me.” When Jeremy heard me mentioning Xander, he grew even more furious. “Do you know who he is? I’ve looked into his background. He’s the youngest son of the White family. He went overseas when he was in his teens over a woman. “Such a playboy must have ulterior motives to get close to you. Don’t believe in him, Charlotte.”

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.

I couldn’t even disagree with him. Julian was an idiot. He had always been an idiot, and everyone in the family knew it. The second son of his father, Lorenzo Knight, a notorious mafia don in Italy. Julian showed zero interest in the family business—similar to Sebastian. But the difference was that Sebastian was smart and had become a doctor, while this fool wasted his time partying and chasing girls. “Take my son, teach him, and I will give you the territory you want here in Italy. I’ll even give you more if you can just keep him with you and never bring him back.”

In the seventh year of holding down the Chicago arms trade for Matteo, he finally came back from the Mediterranean. The night the Five Families threw him his coronation ball, I put on my custom gown. I was ready to see the man I had waited seven years for. Right before my entrance, my cousin Vivienne barged into the dressing room. She did our books, and she snatched the head-table nameplate off my table. She looked at me with cold pity. "Camilla, don't embarrass yourself. The seat for the Don's wife was never meant for you." She slammed a yellowed betting slip from a Vegas underground bookmaker onto the table. The wager was a hundred grand. The name on the ticket was Matteo. The betting line

Leonard had been living alone after the divorce, but his mother was worried that he couldn't take good care of himself, so she found a maid for him, July. July was a little confused when she saw Leonard return with a child. "Young master, this child..." "That's right, July. This is my son, Aaron. You take him to take a bath first, I'll go buy baby supplies." July was stunned, was this child the young master's son? Since when did he have such a big son? As soon as Leonard left, July hurriedly carried Aaron into the bathroom and started asking, "Your name is Aaron, right? Who is your mother?" But no matter what she asked, Aaron didn't say anything.

Then a voice came from the darkness. “You finally remembered his name.” I froze. The Shadow King. The voice continued. “Now come and take your son.” A red doorway appeared between the trees. Beyond it stood a seven-year-old boy. Dark hair. Silver eyes. A crescent mark on his shoulder. He looked directly at me. “Mama?” My heart shattered. I took one step forward. Cassian grabbed my arm. “Wait.” I turned. “That’s my son.” “I know.” “Let me go.”

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.

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