A House Of Night Novels & Stories

In front of us, there stood a huge two-storey modern house without any fence and with mostly glass walls as if thieves and other unexpected events don't bother them at all because the house really has no any kind of security. The house exteriors are mostly white and gray with a bit of black. Tall cedars are on both sides and the path towards the deeper part of the forest is just yards away. There are no lamp posts outside the house. Well, with their super vision, I don't think it's necessary. Vampires are considered as 'creatures of the night' so they sure could see even the faintest detail of their surroundings during nighttime. But I hope they have lights inside their home. "Are they all p

In front of us, there stood a huge two-storey modern house without any fence and with mostly glass walls as if thieves and other unexpected events don't bother them at all because the house really has no any kind of security. The house exteriors are mostly white and gray with a bit of black. Tall cedars are on both sides and the path towards the deeper part of the forest is just yards away. There are no lamp posts outside the house. Well, with their super vision, I don't think it's necessary. Vampires are considered as 'creatures of the night' so they sure could see even the faintest detail of their surroundings during nighttime. But I hope they have lights inside their home. "Are they all p

Tossing all night long, I barely getting any sleep aside from being jolted awake by the creaks and groans in my house. I keep thinking it's that demon coming to get me. With an axe raised over my head, ready to swing down to cut my head clean off my body. Or some kind of pike, stringing me up onto it in order to show off how stupid a witch like me could be to keep a General of Hell imprisoned in my house.

The house is a living thing, a collection of creaking bones and drafty corridors, and it breathes the same air that I do. But you—you are the one who provides the rhythm. Every night, the ritual begins the same way. You are in the basement, surrounded by the scent of mildew and the suffocating weight of history stored in cardboard boxes. Your hand reaches for the light switch. Click. The light dies, and the game begins.

Although it does turn me on a little. I told Nathan last night when he came over that I would go to his house today and possibly spend the night with him. His house is basically a dorm house for unmated teenagers and wolves in their early 20′s. They call it a pack house, but I think I’ll stick with dorm house for now. When I picture a house full of teens and 20-somethings I imagine a constant game of beer pong.

She didn't even want to hear any apology from them since they couldn't trust her. The five sisters were sitting in the dining with their hands on the table, staring at each other, waiting for Freya to speak up. Tonight, there was a full moon, they could hear the howling of wolves from far distances. Lights struck the wooden floor from the half-opened window. Finally, Sabrina had forgotten about the whole thing that transpired between them. “Sabrina, Earnestine, Janeka, and Hayley Michael,” Freya said, glaring at them. “This is the House of Witches.” She continued.

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.

Mister handsome added. I nodded as I approached the front door of Mister handsome house. I entered the password, and the door opened on its own. Mister handsome's house is stunning, and I couldn't help but stare at everything around me. The interior design is stunning, and everything screams luxury. "You've returned, lover boy." A lady's voice could be heard from afar. "Anyway, I really missed you." The voice continued, and that's when a beautiful young lady with brown hair appeared, walking towards the sitting room, but was damm surprised to see a lady rather than Prince Arthur Alanson.

, she communicated moving her lips silently. “The House Chevalier… no longer has a heir.” This was something that always set the fourth manor apart from all others: the existence of a lineage that would continue through generations and kept the memory of the Cloud City. Before Nox, his parents had found each other too late, when they were getting old themselves, so much that his grandparents also decided to have another child before their death in case the lineage could not continue through them. That child also died young, and now the house lost Nox too early.