A House Of Night Novels & Stories

— The House by the Sea, Night Deep into the night, silence enveloped the house overlooking the sea. The distant sound of waves drifted through the windows, filling the emptiness with a soft but steady rhythm. Daniel and Rovan were asleep, each in their own room, enveloped in the stillness that followed a night of terror. Malik and Dima emerged from their rooms, each wearing a mask. Their footsteps were measured on the cold floor. The night air slid through the slightly open windows, gently stirring the curtains, as if the house itself were breathing softly.

Natalie I stepped into the house. It was quiet, unnaturally so. The kind of silence that feels padded, like a place meant to keep the world at arm’s length. Everything inside was sleek, modern, and clearly expensive. Clean lines. Cool tones. Nothing out of place. It was all new, curated. No signs of life, no mess, no warmth. Just perfection. Of course it was. The Nightclaws didn’t do disorder. They didn’t just own homes—they owned entire cities. Villages. Regions. A family like that didn’t rent out shabby safe houses.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

A two-storey house came into view as Lilliane got off the tricycle. It seemed to have been built after the Second World War, one of those houses referred to as “post-war”. Lilliane noticed the large windows, making her think that the house must be well-ventilated, allowing the breeze to flow freely inside. It was also evident that the house was well-maintained, as its beauty remained despite the passage of time and the modernization around it. There were no visible cracks or damages on the wooden walls, and the roof seemed to have been freshly painted.

’ Ethan tossed his keys onto a marble console and headed in the direction of what I presumed was the kitchen. “Want an espresso?”he shouted over. “Sure,”I responded. In the absence of Ethan, I decided to do some exploring of his abode. The first thing that came to mind was that this place could comfortably fit my apartment three times over. It had a wonderful view overlooking Central Park through the floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire room, ‘This place would be gorgeous at night.’ I thought to myself. There was a singular magnificent painting on the wall of water poured over burning flames, that I could only imagine the cost of. The floors were polished white marbles, that I

AT THE CAPITAL, CENTRAL POWER OF THE ROYAL HOUSE OF LYCANS PALACE HENRI OF BLOODCLAW Henri was furious as he clawed the council table, his eyes filled with dangerous resolve as he grimaced at the faces before him: the Small Council, Lord Ashfold, Kaila, Grand Prince Aric, Vera Cole, and the Grand Maester. Their eyes shifted between one another as Henri prowled around the table, anger clear on his face.

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

"Good thing your number will never be called — you're too ugly." "Yes, Mother." I wanted to scream in outrage. She was gorgeous! Even in the dream, I could see the purity of the blood, taste the goodness on my lips. A house appeared in the distance. It was poorly lit. The shutters were falling from the windows, and the porch steps had seen better days. The foundation crumbled beneath the heaviness of the home, making it appear depressing. I took the steps two at a time and found myself in Genesis's room. She had books everywhere. Books about vampires, werewolves, and sirens. Then finally, Dark Ones.

“That’s because Brendan handles the marketing and he’s a total cheeseball, but the contest is legit. And it’s cooler than it sounds. The House of Wolf throws a huge party every year with drinks, dancing and lots of hot guys, obviously.” "What’s the House of Wolf?" Bella asked, rereading the flier for a trace of an explanation. “It’s kind of a… well… I’m trying to find a way to explain without making it sound weirder than it is.” “Okay…” Not off to a promising start. “It’s kind of like a gentleman’s club. There’s a night club and a dungeon where the more fetishy stuff happens.” “Fetishy?” Bella asked warily. “Like BDSM?”