A House Of Night Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

I stormed out of Daniel’s office building, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a slap. My hands were shaking, tears of fury burning in my eyes, but underneath the heartbreak, my body was on fire. The image of Daniel pounding that blonde over his desk refused to leave my mind his thick cock sliding in and out of her, her moans, the wet sounds of their fucking. It made me sick. It also made me so fucking wet I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs as I walked to my car.

EVERYTHING WAS BEcoming a bit too much to handle. It was too much at once. Being a seer. Vampires, incubus, shifters, chimeras… Having a mate—let alone three of them. It was intense. If Lily was being honest to herself, everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours or so was enough to have her spiraling into a panic attack. Why hadn’t she had one yet? Perhaps it had something to do with the eye-candy male before her.

Scarlett’s POV Michael took a deep breath, his eyes holding a haunted intensity. "It all stems from a lineage deeply entwined with dark magic and an ancient pact," he began, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a heavy burden. "Long ago, Swiftclaw's ancestors made a pact with a malevolent entity, a dark God that granted them power beyond mortal understanding. They were werewolves, but not ordinary ones. They were bestowed with unnatural strength, speed, and a connection to the shadows themselves."

“Yes, master. Isn’t it strange that the witches are back after a long time and the Nightbloods whom we thought were no longer in existence are now being used by them?” “Nightbloods are the oldest of the vampire race and the last one died a very long time ago. If you found one in the witch’s den, then there could be more,” Aamon said with delight, not because he finally found out they still existed but because there is a lot more he could get from them, like their rare and strong abilities. “It is their blood that makes them stand out,” he continued. “But what is a witch doing with them, and that too in my land?” he asked, looking furious now.

He sounds both suspicious and paranoid, a lovely combination. “About—” I hesitate, praying to every deity out there that I’m not wrong about this, “About some books you wrote.” “I’ve written a lot of books. And how do you know that?” “I’m referring to a particular book series you wrote, Mr. Lowenstein,” my voice is politer as relief fills me. “About the Blood Moon Hybrid.” His face blanches. “Not interested.” But when he tries to slam the door closed, I stick my foot in, preventing him from doing so. “It’s important I talk to you!”

He leans back against the pillows, and I don’t think he has any intention of getting dressed anytime soon. My laptop is on the nightstand next to him, and he grabs it and opens it up. “What’s your password?” “Binx.” “Clever.” “It’s not the most creative, but it works.” I hook my bra and go over by him, looking at the computer. He enters something in a G****e search, and the page takes a few seconds to load. The internet here can be slow here. “Was the first witch killed in Michigan?” he asks, clicking on an article.

, she communicated moving her lips silently. “The House Chevalier… no longer has a heir.” This was something that always set the fourth manor apart from all others: the existence of a lineage that would continue through generations and kept the memory of the Cloud City. Before Nox, his parents had found each other too late, when they were getting old themselves, so much that his grandparents also decided to have another child before their death in case the lineage could not continue through them. That child also died young, and now the house lost Nox too early.

I cried and begged for my grandmother or Gwendoline, only to discover they’d returned to the kitchen to help my grandfather when the battle renewed. Splinters of furniture flew above my head as Charles and Luthias growled, snarled, punched, and wrestled. Sometimes they twisted and moved so quickly they were nothing but a blur and other times they moved almost in slow motion. I was just beginning to wonder if Luthias would manage to be the victor when I saw his powerful fist drive deep into Charles’s chest. He pulled my sadistic vampire husband’s heart from his chest, just as he had in my dream. Almost simultaneously, the commotion of the battle stopped... as did my heart.