A House Of Night Novels & Stories

I hated how it made me think of the hotel room, of that night, of the stranger who had burned his way into my memory. “Snap out of it, Cassie,” I muttered. “It was just one reckless night.” Downstairs, the ballroom was already buzzing with laughter and champagne glasses clinking. The stares I drew were sharp, but I ignored them all and slipped out into the garden. The moonlight was greater company than the crowd inside. I stared at the moon. Always there. Always fulfilling its purpose. Unlike me stumbling, failing, suffocating in my own skin. I stayed until footsteps rustled the grass behind me. My mother’s voice cut through the night. “There you are. I want you to meet someone.”

"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.

His big body didn’t fit in the hard little couch, and his head, arms, and legs were all hanging off the sides. He’d snoozed for a while, before the pain in his neck woke him up. The room was dark and his neck cracked painfully as he jerked up into a sitting position. Nolan looked down at his watch and pressed the button that made the numbers light up in green. The lines were all blurry… the numbers kept moving around… It was something around midnight, he wound up guessing. It was hurting his head to keep trying to figure it out exactly. Nolan was awake enough to want to put himself to bed properly. But too drunk to go walking through palace right now.

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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...*