Team 7 New Novels & Stories

"So if a kid approaches you, you play whatever game they want. And you win." "No pressure," I muttered. Bree leaned forward. "Seven? We're only four." "The valley requires teams of seven," Axel said. "We'll need to find three more people willing to team up with two newbies, a legend's pet, and me." "Why wouldn't they want to team with you?" Erina asked. "You're strong." Axel smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I have a reputation for getting my teams killed. It's not intentional, but after ninety-nine years, word gets around."

Squad 7. 'Squad 7....,' the instructor started. 'Rita Zintez. Kevin Joan. Asher Frankstin. Aiden Quin.' Aiden looked at the dark haired girl that had on a cheerful smile as he approached his team. 'Hi! I'm Rita,' she laughed. He scrutinized all of them. Kevin had his arms crossed across his chest and had on a twisted facial expression. His gaze stuck on Kevin. Kevin looked at him.

I ignored Nina, who came looking for me every day, and focused on rehabilitation with my doctors. Half a year later, my hand recovered astonishingly well. Toward the end of the year, there was a professional league tournament. I posted on my social media account that I would be competing on behalf of Immortal Ashes, a newly formed team. At once, the internet erupted with speculation. As a new team, Immortal Ashes could not even qualify for the league on its own. Now that they had made it into the finals, it was entirely because I was carrying them single-handedly.

"Conrad, if I went back to the Summers family, what would you do?" Conrad answered without hesitation. "I'd break up with you, of course. I could never reach your family's level." After hearing that, Quinn pushed down every word of confession she wanted to say and began a seven-year disguise. Running Summers Group was not easy. Every time family matters left her irritated and exhausted, she would return to Eastford. Wherever Conrad was, that was her second home. After so many years together, some things were already carved into her bones. Quinn could not live without Conrad. She could not leave him.

His voice droned out names and pairings. The crowd shifted, whispers rising like steam from the breakfast trays—Alphas grumbling, Betas exchanging looks. Tamara leaned forward, her cowrie shells clinking against her sports bra as she narrowed her eyes. “What’s the point of grouping us?” Solana shrugged, her tank top stretching over her shoulders, but before she could answer, Timothy spoke up. “Team Seven: Aurelia of Red Moon and Tamara of Cincinnati’s WoodCrest Pack.” My stomach dropped, heat flooding my cheeks. Tamara turned to me, disappointment heavy in her gaze. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her mascara-lined eyes flicked over me as if I were an unwanted extra.

It could trigger the instincts of hundreds of hungry predators. “Only the strongest will return with a mark of victory. The rest? The forest always needs fresh fertilizer.” As soon as Headmaster Horgus finished speaking, breakfast in the dining hall ended with murmurs from the Alphas, buzzing like a swarm of bees. We headed toward the announcement board, where each team’s name was already posted. I felt the blood drain to my feet when I saw the list: “Team Seven: Welden, Kael, Reeve. Field supervisor: Alaric Stoneclaw.”