Seventh Son Novel Novels & Stories

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.”

Seven years of emptiness I had buried under work, under power, under control. Seven years of telling myself I had chosen the right path. And all that time, my son had been alive and now, he is right here under my roof. The mansion felt different after that. By noon, the whispers had begun. I heard them even when people thought I couldn’t. “He healed overnight.” “That child shouldn’t be walking.” “That’s not human.” Servants lowered their voices when I passed and guards exchanged looks. Even the cooks paused their chatter when I entered the room.

Outwardly a gentleman but nothing more but a thieving priest in suit. Real estate, Hotels and recreational services and establishments were under Greg Clawson's control. The first born biological son of Elder Clawson. It was one of the fairly large departments the company owned and one of the easiest to manage but a fool would always remain a fool. Somehow he always managed to screw it up. The department was lagging behind and deep in debt as he had continuously been siphoning the money into stock investments that always seemed to crash. In business he was no more than an imbecile. His hatred for his second son who had from the beginning been much more acknowledged by grandfather wasn't then

“Suite 707.” His face didn’t change and he just looked at me like I was a bug on his shoe. I held my breath. “I think… I think you’ my son’s father.” He stares. Long and hard. Then he looked around like he was checking if anyone was watching. He whispers, “Security—” “No!” I say fast. “Please. Just listen to me. I don’t want your money. I’m not here to make a scene.” He frowned. “You are a gold-digger.”

"Yeah, and also men like my brother." "Quiet, your brother loves me and me alone." "He does?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. "What do you mean? I'm carrying his child." Alex said but I just chuckled at her last words. "Child? C'mon, Alex, you and I know perfectly well that there's nothing in that Tommy of yours." "Who's side are you on anyway?" "Of course, I'm on your side. You started it, remember?" "Forget what I said. Listen, is Ralph mad at Serena for throwing me off the stairs? Did you notice anything?"

The emergency cell phone is used for my Mafia dirty jobs, I try my best to keep my personal contact out of business as my rivals can easily track my movement via my phone or my contact. I took the phone as I exhaled, Mr Andrew is the last person anyone would want to have a business with but unfortunately, he is my father's friend. The former Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, and now, his prodigal rogue son has taken over. Blood Moon Pack is a pack with a high population of rogues, they are known for having little or no peace. The last time my men went to guide his son in a party he hosted, a very large amount of rogues attacked everyone and my men came back looking almost dead after a hard but succe

Yasmin’s heart pounded in her chest as she dragged Zephyr along behind her, weaving through the crowded town square and darting glances over her shoulder. The sights and sounds of the square were a blur, her mind fixed on a single, haunting realization: that after seven years of obscurity, she’d seen him again. The Alpha. The one she never expected to meet again. And now… now, she knew why her son had always felt different, why his presence radiated such authority. Zephyr, her seven-year-old boy, carried the blood of Alpha Zaid, a man known across packs for his power, his ruthlessness. Her pace quickened, and Zephyr stumbled slightly, looking up at her with wide, questioning eyes.

CLYONE Silence filled my ears the moment I turned off the car engine. My eyes never left the sight of the big white house at the right side of the road. The purity of its whiteness is just as pure as its owner; you. And I don't think I could find someone who's just as pure as you do, because you will remain as the purest boy I've ever loved and met.

Who are they and what do they want with you? - Why do you want to know so much? Want to join them? - I say turning my back on him again - I am one of the leaders of the werewolf faction, it is my duty to finish and report any crime against lycanthrope life. Tell me, are you Seventh what? Seventh daughter? Lineage? Successor? - Corfin, Sétima Corfin. - Corfin? What is that? - says confused - My name. My name is Seventh, for them.

After all the sons exit the main door with the elders of the southern sect The seventh son began to turn right and left, looking around the sons, then turned to the eighth son and said, "Come, I want to tell you something." The seventh son was the biggest opponent among all his ten sons. All he wanted was to sell the Southern Sect or sell the treasures of the Southern Sect. He wanted to go and travel around the world. What many of the free fighters mentioned, the father did not prevent anyone from going and traveling around the world, but the seventh son believed that if he went there, he would find all his brothers opposed to his decision about traveling around the world and that what he ch