A House Of Night Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Brian We soon arrived at the Nightstar Howlers pack grounds and I had to say I was impressed. They had three pack houses, with the biggest in the middle. They were all four storeys tall with gorgeous Victorian design. "Care for a tour?" I nodded my head rapidly. I needed to explore these houses. It seemed like it had a lot to offer and that intrigued me. "I need to know more about these gorgeous houses." I said with a grin.

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.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

“The code for each room changes every night, but you will always be told in advance of them, so you don’t get stuck anywhere.” I stop for a brief second. “Can I ask something?” “Yes, anything?” “What is up with all the security?” “Well, we have alot of very valuable things here in this house. Things tend to vanish and then Nelli gets quite upset. We keep it all under lock and key so there aren’t any accidents.” He turns away just before I could see what he is really thinking.

The clerk handed her the keys for the second floor and the two of us made our way up to the room without any more said. Andrea inserted the rusty old key into a creaky emerald green door that read '209'. From the exterior, it seemed that the room was dusty and beat up. But like I had twice mentioned before, I was tired and I would take almost anything at this point. The two of us had been on the road for twelve hours straight.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent. But not long after that, I heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened. I opened my eyes, thinking Gavin- my husband- had come home. And sure enough, I saw a male figure approach the bed and start sitting next to me. His breathing sounded so calm, but I smelled a slight odor of alcohol that made me understand the new fact that my husband was like most men, who occasionally spent time drinking. Those burly hands slowly rubbed my slender legs. I was surprised, but I enjoyed the gentle strokes that the hand made. Slowly, the strokes began to increase until I felt that the fingers were starting to touch

Whatever is hidden in that building is much, much worse. * “There are automatic blinds that go down around four-thirty,” I tell my friends. We’re upstairs and ready to crash for what’s left of the night. “The house is light-tight after that, so you’ll have to turn on lights.” “Makes sense.” Nicole tosses decorative pillows onto the ground. “This place is really nice and not what I expected for Lucas.” “Right? I thought the same thing.” The guest room, like the rest of the house, is very modern.