A House Of Night Book Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

002 AUGUST The sun was harsh. It bled through the curtains, stinging my eyelids and piercing my skull. My lips were swollen, my thighs were sore in the worst and best way. The sheet reeked of sex, sweat, whiskey, and expensive cologne that didn't belong to me. Nightshade’s cologne. I groaned, rolling over dragging the sheets with me. The memories of last night hit me like a bomb. We went round after round, until I cried and passed out.

House Of Night BY P.C. CAST AND KRISTIN CAST Hogwarts for vampires? Yes, Harry Potter had his wizard school, but there are at least two series that give vampire teens their own school. First up: The House of Night series, six books written by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast, a mother-and-daughter team from Tulsa, Okla. Marked, Betrayed, Chosen, Untamed, Hunted and Tempted. Vampires are chosen almost randomly, and they have to enter special academies, where they go through a program and slowly change — or die. This series is quite well-done, and has a lot of goddess theology and ritual in it.

By the time night fell, I’d accepted three things. 1. The Varyn House had a mood. 2. My crowbar, Brenda Classic, was my closest friend. 3. I was officially cohabiting with a vampire. Honestly? I’d had worse roommates. The lights above the kitchen table flickered lazily. The bulbs hummed even when the switch was off — like Brenda herself was breathing through the wires. I was surrounded by three coffee mugs, one bleeding pen, and a notebook labeled Operation Anti-Crispy.

“How many House of Conjurers are there?” “Well,” She licks her lips and tilts her head thoughtfully. “The houses as you know are divided into the first, four main elements of our race. House of Fire, House of Water, House of Earth, and House of Air. Under these four are the Sub-elements and they are divided into thirteen houses. There’s the House of Ice, Snow, Frost, Hail, and Sleet for the Water Sub-elemental's, House of Iron, Vines, and Metal for the Earth Sub-elemental’s. House of Smoke, and Heat for the Fire Sub-elemental’s, House of Whirlwind, Hurricane, and Tornado for Air Sub-elemental’s.”

“Of the White Coven. I have lived for over 3,000 years, and I have been with this coven for 800 of them.” “Why am I here?” “Vampire covens and races are always at war. They are very territorial. Unfortunately, you stumbled right into the middle of it.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “How?” He looked at her, confused. “Don’t you remember?” She stared back, blankly. “Your kill. It ignited all of this.” “Kill?” He slowly shook his head. “So, you don’t remember. Typical. First kills are always that way.” He looked her in the eye. “You killed someone last night. A human. You fed on him. In Carnegie Hall.”

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

Warning this book contains adult content, sexual situations, foul language, graphic detail, violence and is not suitable for all ages, some content might be a trigger for some* ** This book two in the Alpha's War Series: Book one is Between the Alpha's War** Visitors: As if she summoned them, a car pulled into the driveway of the pack house. Nora looked to Jace who was bloody and still very much naked. The long black town car stopped, its tires scratching across the gravel. The doors opened and Nora felt Jace stiffen beside her. She could feel the tension rolling off of him. A low growl rumbled from his chest as the doors of the black town car opened.

I don't know what he wants and what he doesn't want anymore. I fall asleep for a moment, but I have strange dreams. It's a huge house and it seems to be from the suburbs. Suddenly, a dark-haired, tanned-skinned, tattooed man appears. I don't see his face. He lays me down on a desk and grabs my legs. I just sob. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down to take me by force, without contemplation or anything, while I cry out in desperation. I cry again when I wake up. I sweat and keep sobbing.

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.