A House Of Night Book Novels & Stories

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

He smiled and turned on his heels, then disappeared into a stairwell before I could say anything in response. The book was titled Stories From The Other Side. I flipped it open to a random page. On Love and Monogamy, read a chapter heading at the top of the page. I laughed. That was definitely a subject I could use some help with. I got home late after a full day of lectures and sat down to eat in the dining room. I wasn’t expecting to see Nolan tonight, but he came striding in just a few minutes later and sat down beside me. A pair of servants hurried to fill wine and water glasses in front of him. He ignored them, gave me a sort of bedraggled smile and asked, “How was your day?” His voice

When they ran towards the window to see what was going on, they met pitch darkness, which could obscure anyone's vision, even from seeing their own toes. "What do you think that was, Miss Milburn?" Patrilia asked, looking around him. "I don't know. It may be wild animals. Don't forget, we are not staying in some fucktown or rural house. "We are spending another night in this goddamn mountain, full of trees, wild animals, and beasts." She chuckled, going to her own room.

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And the only question on my mind was: “What the hell just happened?” N.B: This is book 5 of The Dark Council Series. The first book is called The Vampire's Bride and the second is called The Incubus's Secretary. Both these books have been published and are available on A****n. A different version of The Incubus's Secretary is present here, called The Incubus and His Secretary. Book 3 and 4 are still WIP and I'm not focusing on them at the moment. Hope you enjoy and please do check out my published books to know more about the series.

I sit up a little more in the bed, take a deep breath and whisper, “My Bloodline's Book of Power, My bloodline's book of spells. I call you to me.” I smile as my bloodline's book of shadows appears on my lap. I open the cover and slide my hand over the first page. I take a deep breath in and close my eyes, letting my magick blend with the book. As soon as I lift my hand, the pages start to flicker, knowing what I need and not stopping until it reaches the spell incarnation I need.

A voice cackled in her head. Lily continued to take in the room. The room was quite large. Mahogany wood ran throughout, leading up to rich red walls. Bookcases were casually pressed against a few walls. It was practically a library. French doors led out to the balcony. In the center of the room was the bed she laid on. It was quite large, four pillars holding it together. Black satin sheets draped over the sides, a furry, wine colored blanket keeping her warm. There was another door, steam pouring out from the thin crack at the bottom. Lily assumed that was the bathroom.

Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house. The front door was wide open, the wood on the door frame was splintered. Broken up. The moment he stormed into the house behind Gian, he heard a shot from the garden, followed immediately by a second. Maddox accelerated again and only marginally noticed the many family pictures on the walls in the hallway. He ran into the kitchen and immediately wanted to storm through the open back door, but had to brake, because right in front of the door was a blood-covered woman with blond hair, right next to a dead Proles - more precisely an Iuba.

"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.