A House Of Night Novels & Stories

’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man I saw in the window as a child right before the wolves charged out of nowhere to attack. Those wolves were as black as night with demon looking eyes. I shuddered, trying not to remember. That home had been the country estate of an ancestor from a long time ago. What darkness was connected to that decaying old house? Why did she feel like something is calling her to return? I decided to go to sleep and let my tears flow until the morning would come.

I’ve gagged him too—can’t have him yelling and attracting attention. The man’s stocky frame made it hard to carry him, but I managed, dragging him into the decrepit building that Asher uses for situations like this. The kill house is the definition of desolate. It’s a crumbling one-story structure in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rusted metal fences and patches of overgrown grass. The paint on the walls has peeled away, revealing uneven concrete stained with only God-knows-what.

"I'll tell you what you want to know if you let me out." I burst out laughing. "Yeah, right! Like I'm going to fall for that!" I tilted my head to the side. "Where is the Nightshade base?" He smirked. "In Canada." "I mean here, you moron!" I yelled, raising my hands again. "Tell me what I want to know, or I'll tear you apart!" He scoffed. "Now, that I'd like to see." I balled my fists and placed one on top of the other, concentrating as I stared at him. Then I tightened my grip and started pulling them apart as he gasped, lifting off his feet.

My clothes still smelled like burnt sugar and smoke. Our apartment was small—just two bedrooms, a kitchen barely big enough to turn around in, and walls so thin you could hear the neighbors argue about the same things every night. Rent was cheap, which was the only reason we could afford it. I kicked off my shoes by the door and leaned against the wall for a moment, closing my eyes. “Mommy!” That small, bright voice hit me before I even saw him. A tiny blur rushed from the living room and crashed into my legs. I opened my eyes and looked down at a pair of wide brown eyes staring up at me, full of light and life.

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

And most of them only get out of their havens when it is nighttime. "Mhmm. Yep. That's why vampires are called night creatures, Nightcrawlers, and other night names. And because right now..." She answered, slowly wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me closer to her, and she went to whisper in my right ear, "it is nighttime in our house... we better go home. We are Daywalkers, and we should head to bed now." Well, I can feel what she feels right at this moment— horny.

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

Present From October to November 2016 The night of the charity dinner had arrived, to my utter bewilderment, it was in an elegant place, an amazing place that was everything we had always been taught as glamorous, elegant and luxurious. He had no idea if he had paid for that with the money he managed to steal from the company or it was something he did at an earlier time. We didn't know anything about his background before he got his hands on this city's underworld again.

Nora knew where it was, she had been there before. They got to the beach house and Nora parked the car. They both walked out and a gasp escaped Lily’s lips as she stared at the house. It wasn't just a random beach house, it was a luxurious beach house. What else was she expecting from the Blackwells? “Come on.”’ Nora said and they both headed towards the entrance. They got to the entrance and Nora found out the door was opened already. “Ugh, I think Malia is here already.” Nora groaned and Lily laughed at the look she had on. They both walked in and Lily was more impressed.

Bertha Mason had been a woman with no options, no voice, no path to freedom except through destruction. My body swayed as I staggered back to the bed, collapsing onto the thin, damp mattress. The ceiling spun above me, water stains twisting into grotesque shapes that seemed to watch me with hollow eyes. I closed my own eyes, preferring the darkness to those accusing stares. Sleep came in fragments, disjointed and shallow. Each time I drifted off, I was jolted awake by the house shifting above me—the creaks and groans of the old mansion stretching its bones. My heart began to synchronize with these sounds, as if the house and I were becoming one organism.