The Seventh Novels & Stories

The other two at his back were also looking at him and were clearly asking the same question inside their head. ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~ [Some Information] Sevenths - A magical device designed and configured by the Seven Heroes. It's used for mass communication and its range may vary depending on the magical capacity of the caster. Sevenths do not require any object or device to summon, but it needs great concentration and mana. Upon successful summoning, it will take the form of a rook (one of the six chess pieces). Seven - A smaller version of Sevenths and requires a solid copy of the rook that the Seveths take as a form. It is made in a magical crystal that can be found at District 13 (to be

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

I called after her. “Do you know what today is? It is our seventh wedding anniversary.” Vera stopped, and her voice sounded flat and calm. “I know. Austin kept pushing, and I did not want to make him sad.” The door shut behind her with a sharp click, and their voices drifted back through the wall. One of them said, “Stupid rainy day. It got my sneakers all dirty.”

As he turned toward his study, he asked over his shoulder, "By the way, you were calling me like a maniac the other day. What was that about?" I buried the cold deadness in my eyes. "Nothing. I just wanted to know if you were coming home for dinner." The moment the door clicked shut, my phone rang. It was Professor Clark. "Selena, I received your confirmation. You realize that once you join the Lausanne Institute, there’s no turning back. Are you certain?" "I've never been more sure." Professor Clark sounded delighted. "Excellent. I’ll have a team pick you up in seven days."

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

But at the same time, I couldn't help, but laugh at how funny you are for doing so. "Breathe me in, breathe me out. I don't know if I could ever go without." There you are again. Your lower body was on the floor and you are kicking something as if only you can see that thing with your other hand holding onto the floor for support. "Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar high. Watermelon sugar high."

It stinks to the high heavens, like it’s been sat festering in the backpack for months, but I grin and bear it. “I doubt he thought it was any deeper than the other bunkers. He was just as clueless as the rest of us” Luca shrugs as he takes the lead and begins walking down the stairs. “How deep is this thing anyway?” He mutters to himself. “Really? That deep?” he continues, presumably talking to his wolf. “So, thirteen labors eh. I always thought it was twelve….” The tomb of The Seven. That’s what they called it when Mrs Crook came to me. Just the word tomb makes a cold shiver run down my back. What is waiting down there? The decaying bodies of the men who betrayed their gods for the woman w

I pointed at this tiny intersection point in Sector Eight that looked totally worthless. "Let Cain win the primary area. Let him drive the price up as high as he wants until he's drunk on beating Vorreth. But here's the thing. The land in Sector Seven is basically poison. There's sulfur deposits underground that'll eat through anything. They're hiding that detail from everyone." I looked up, meeting his gray eyes head on. Leaned into it.

It would tarnish my image. - What the fuck. Wake up. - I yell at him and growl. - I'm the Seventh and I was in charge of taking your life, you know I can't go against the rules, for mine and your sake. Enough talk, let's get this done. - She says to me and prepares to lunge. Seventh? Seventh is a person and on top of that she? I look back and see that the vampire is gone, I concentrate and realize that the sounds of fighting have ceased.

Hesper stood at the northern stone, watching four hundred years of dynastic grievance resolved in a single afternoon, yet her expression resembled that of someone attending a funeral. “So,” Ordric said eventually, breaking the silence. “We are the Seven.” “We are the Seven,” Hesper replied from the northern stone, her tone completely flat. For a leader whose house had waited four centuries to speak those words, it was a remarkable display of composure. “And the girl is not proscribed,” Ordric added.