Seventh Son Novels & Stories

, he smirked at Marcia who muttered to herself; "I knew it! He's the seventh son of a seventh son!" "What? No, I'm not", Rinzen huffed as he flailed in her direction, "For one thing I'm the third child, I was born a minute after my twin", he grumbled, "And dad’s an only child. There’s no magical cliché happening here”, he paused, "Just some other magical hijinks that are borderline cliché and possibly ridiculous. And dad’s just being comically cryptic on purpose”, he huffed, “Why?” he asked seriously then.

How is that possible… "Dad, listen to me, I didn’t mean to—" His voice grew weaker and weaker until it trembled on the edge of breaking. "Dad, please don’t abandon me. I know I was wrong. I’ll fix this right now. Please don’t kick me out of the family, okay?" The person on the other end clearly had no interest in listening. The call was cut off. Darren called out "Dad" several more times, his voice cracking. All the color had drained from his face as he collapsed weakly into his chair, completely lost.

It was quiet for a moment. Then, the man burst into shrill, deranged laughter. “What a joke! You’re the son of the owners of this place? If you are, then I’m the king of the world!” The man laughed so hard that he was shaking all over. He pointed a finger at me and said, “Listen, punk, you shouldn’t mess around so much. Although I’ve never met the guy, Professor Corleone told me her son is a king among men. He’s studying abroad! He doesn’t wear no-name trash like you! I’ve met a lot of your kind. You think you can pretend to be rich and powerful just because you’re not as good as others. Do you really think that will get you anywhere?”

“The mother looks like a servant, but the child doesn’t look like the son of an ordinary servant.” Gabriele’s expression darkened slightly. Stefano instinctively looked at him, as if waiting for an explanation, but when Gabriele said nothing, the light in Stefano’s eyes slowly faded. Finally, Stefano lowered his head and said softly, “I am the servant’s son.” Kate remarked, “Oh. If you’re a servant’s son, then you should know how to serve your future lady. My dress is too long. Come hold it for me.” I immediately pulled my son behind me.

My pack has decided to end everything and take back what they used to own, their dignity, they castle. Seven his real reclaimed the name and that the Moon Goddess has crossed the line. “I know it’ll be dangerous, but this is for our son. I want him and neither would I give you to her,” I said when I’m done telling him Hailey was actually Lunar and that she tricked him. Seven was speechless when he heard it but it didn’t change the fact that she has our child.

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

A young boy. Seven years old. Black hair. Golden eyes. He looked exactly like Cassian. My breath caught. My son. He stared at me. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then he smiled. Not a happy smile. A wounded one. So... You finally remembered me. I stepped forward. My son... He raised his hand. Don't call me that. Tears filled my eyes. Please. You don't get to call me your son now. Cassian stepped forward.

"Mom. You keep saying I'm your flesh and blood. Then tell me — how many ribs does a person have?" She went still. I answered for her. "Two of mine were broken. And you told me it was Chloe being young and foolish, that I'd had a bad attitude, that I should just be the bigger person and let it go. So tell me — exactly how big a person do I have to be to just let go of two broken ribs?" My mother opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Behind us, Chloe shouted, "Mom, don't beg him! Let him leave if he wants to! This family doesn't need him!"

He had lowered himself completely. "Don't be angry, all right, Ava?" Like a magic trick he produced a small bullet casing and waved it in front of me. "I chased you for seven whole years. When you agreed to be mine you gave me seven casings. You said if I ever made you angry, I'd get seven chances to make it right." He buried his face in my neck. "You know I was out of my mind happy that day. Take the casing. Don't be angry anymore."