A House Of Night Novels & Stories

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

I tugged the chain on my lamp to turn it off, took Nolan’s hand again and started dragging him toward the door. “You ever have a Game Night?” I asked, feeling pretty sure I knew the answer. I didn’t know a ton about Nolan’s childhood. But I knew it had been very far from “normal.” He shook his head no. “Well, you are going to tonight. We’re going to need a couple pizzas, some snacks, cookies, drinks…” “So, a junk food feast?” “Don’t judge this, please. I don’t make the rules. And you are going to love it.”

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She’d snuck into the forbidden library with a boy who didn’t speak much, who had bruises on his back and fire in his eyes. Ethan. And together, they’d read books that even the patriarchs feared to open. One of those books spoke of “The Heart of the House.” It remembers every blood that’s been spilled in its name. But none of the books said it was real. She thought it was symbolic. A metaphor for the darkness rooted in this land. Now she stood before it. And it was awake. Ethan’s face in the blood began to blur. At the same moment, the manor groaned. Not an earthquake—but something deeper. Like a beast shifting underground.

That was made obvious by the continuous attacks the NightHunters did in our territory. Trying to get closer to our home. I saw the house as I did back then. Catching it in my mind’s eye as it looked when I’d skipped from the woods that morning. With an expansive wood deck on the front. Held by several pillars on the front. A large spanning house with a second level, showed we were pack royalty. It was the biggest house in the area. Impossible to miss. I wondered how hard it’d be to miss now. *** “Draven!” Lyra Lani had heard her mate enter the hut after guarding the wall all night.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

I asked. A slow smile curved Drake’s lips as his gaze swept over to me. “If memory serves from our tour the other day, Hannah, Nightcrest is in possession of a rather famous haunted attraction, isn’t it? What was it called again? The Emily House?” My brows hiked upward as realization dawned on me; the Emily House was an attraction in Nightcrest seated at the top of a tall hill; an old mansion that was said to have been haunted by a spirit named Emily. Supposedly, a family had stayed there in the 80s and were terrorized by Emily until they ultimately just upped and left in the night, leaving all of their belongings behind.

This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie. I lay in bed that night hoping, listening for any sound that my human ear can hear. Waiting for there arrival. Slowly the hours tickle away and it is soon approaching dawn before I hear the first roar of the monsters as they all return home. I jump out of bed and race out into the backyard to see a sight I had not expected.

Zane The suite was a beautiful disaster, and the second we stepped inside, I already knew this weekend was going to test every bit of patience I had left. To be fair, the room was luxurious, and annoyingly romantic, but it was way too small. There were soft golden lights everywhere, flower petals on the bed, candles near the bathtub, and one massive king-sized bed sitting right in the middle like it was mocking me personally. I shut the door slowly behind us while Lyra looked around once before dropping her handbag on a chair.