The Seventh Time Novels & Stories

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 7 "𝐵𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔."

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

Matthew told me that Emilia chided the relationship, stating that, “At least something good came out from my disaster of a relationship with Colton.” The seventh song was the song that we listened to the first time we shared an intimate moment. On our one year anniversary, he and I went to this park somewhere in the town a few miles north from our city. That town is the epitome of privileged suburbia, there’s a small park nestled in it’s hills that people usually go to so that they can look at the city skyline at night. It was unusually quiet that night, usually there would be groups of other teenagers or adults trying to relive their youth, but no one else was there. It was like the univers

“She should not, right?” Warning the words that he hears but could not reprimand. The cycle of their lives loops, the bloodshed, and the howl that is spinning back repeating from the end that tracks to its play are coming to hunt them once again. From this world's last loop of 7th and from the previous 6th, where everything is prepared and done to set this time in their favor, everything should turn back to what, where, and when it all should be.

She glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, then swiped to answer the call anyway. "Nina, where are you?" Rowan’s voice came through the line. "My hand hurts so badly. Could it be a lingering effect from when I fell during the accident? Will I still be able to compete in matches? Nina, can you come stay with me for a bit? I'm scared I might never be able to play again..." It was just a fall, yet he spoke as if he were on the brink of death.

terrified. A voice asking: “If you reset the cycle, you will lose everything” Then my answer. “Not everything. Him.” Kade. Even then. Always Kade. I gasped violently as the memory ended. The little girl stepped back slowly. “You finally see it” Tears burned my eyes. “How many times?” She hesitated. That hesitation terrified me. “How many times?” I repeated shakily. Her answer came quietly. “This is the seventh cycle.” The world tilted beneath me.

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

Bryan’s gaze swept over my body with a bone-chilling coldness. “We haven’t met in so long. Aren’t you… going to say hello?” I looked at him, and my lips parted slightly. A thousand words gathered on my tongue, yet what came out was something else. “Bryan, please lend me another $300,000.” Bryan was stunned for a moment. A hint of anger lit up his cold eyes. He grabbed my hand. “We haven’t met for seven years, and this is all you have to say to me?”

Lily turned seven in September. She had opinions about it. Specific ones. About what seven meant. "Seven is a significant number," she said. At breakfast on her birthday morning. With the particular authority she brought to statements she had prepared in advance. "In mathematics," she said. "It's a prime number." "Yes," Damian said. "In nature," she said. "There are seven colors in a rainbow." "Yes," I said. "And in beetle documentation," she said. "Phase six has seven sub-sections."

“What?” Adrian turned the paper toward her so she could see the ink. It contained a short list of names. Some had been crossed out completely, while others had small marks beside them. At the very bottom of the page, written in a completely different hand, was a single sentence. The seventh is still alive. Aurora looked up, her brow furrowing. “The seventh what?” Ethan took the paper back, studying the crossed out names with an intense focus. “Seven people,” he said quietly. “Someone has been keeping count.”