The Seventh Novels & Stories

I stood awkwardly in the doorway. I met Keeley at service dog training. She was a bright, upbeat, fun blonde when I knew her. She was training for her dream job as a teacher but was having issues getting around due to a lack of depth perception. She was a werewolf and liked to go running in her wolf form at night.

After returning home, I went straight to the basement without uttering a single word. When the last bit of light above my head disappeared, all I could see was darkness. According to what I'd read, a person could only be driven to the brink of death after going seven days without food or water. Thus, I hoped they would lock me up for seven days. That way, I should be able to bypass the system and finally die. Every day, I relied on the voices outside to determine the time. By the sixth day, I was already so weak from hunger that I could barely move.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

In the etables, the cows were laden with milk, and he was pleased the young men were already attending to their udders by the time he arrived. Peace be with you, brother, he quietly said to each man, touching them on the shoulder as he passed. Then he froze, realizing there were seven cows and seven men. Seven. God's mysterious number. The Book of Genesis alone was ripe with sevens: the seven heavens, the seven thrones, the seven seals, the seven churches. The walls of Jericho crumbled on the seventh day

“Is that a good thing?” “I believe so. Your birthday in the European format is 18, July, 1987 – 18 for Chi, the 7th month of a number 7 year. Seven is one of the greatest power numbers in Judaism, representing Creation, good fortune, and blessing. A Hebrew word for luck, gad, equals seven and another Hebrew word for luck, mazel, equals 77. There are seven cards surrounding your center. You have all the number seven cards in the Minor Arcana, and one Major Arcana.” Shifra pointed out each card and told Anna the meaning in order and further explained their meaning.

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A single fracture spreading slowly across its silver surface, spiderwebbing outward from my palm, and from somewhere inside it, a voice emerged that belonged to none of us. Not my mother's voice. Not my father's. Not my own. Something older than any of them, ancient in a way that made the air itself feel colder, pressing against my skin like a held breath finally released. "The Seventh has awakened." Somewhere far beyond Veyra's walls, I felt it more than heard it, a ripple spreading outward across distances I couldn't measure, reaching toward six other places I'd never seen and somehow already knew existed. The other six relics were waking too.

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."

Lord Kael. Lady Elira. Seven thrones. Six rulers. One empty seat. Aria looked at the seventh throne. "Who's missing?" Maelis smiled. "You." Aria's expression changed. "What?" "The seventh seat has always belonged to you." THE SEVENTH RULER Gabriel stepped forward. "That's impossible." Maelis looked at him. "You know the history." "I know enough." "Then you know that the Seven were created to maintain balance." Gabriel shook his head.

“It’s something. You are cursing me in your head. My body is twitching from it.” “I’m… I’m not cursing you,” Tatiana whispered, though the shake in her voice betrayed her. “Then what is it?” His tone was patient, teasing, but underlined with a sharp awareness of her unease. She swallowed hard. “It’s the seventh day.” Her eyes trembled, the thin sheen of unshed tears glistening as they caught the light. "After today…" she wanted to whisper the words, but they stuck in her throat. “The day has not ended. Why the rush?” he said lazily, almost as if he didn’t care. Yet his hand tightened around her waist, a subtle reminder that he did—he had plans for later tonigh