A House Of Night Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“And how is Magnus?” “He is as well as can be expected. Looking forward to seeing you. We will have dinner with him this evening.” I nodded as he led me inside to the great room. The interior did not disappoint. Everything was an open layout. The decor and lighting were moody with black and gold accents. Black was my best color, so naturally I was a fan. I looked around the kitchen that led into what seemed to be a common area. Walking down the halls, I noticed a library with a huge selection of books, and I imagined myself enjoying some quiet time there. As we continued to walk down the long halls, I noticed aside from the vampires that had accompanied us on our trip, I had yet to see anyon

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

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With his demonic senses, Damon found out that the magic intensity in this house was now less than he had expected it to be. - Only four sorceresses, one of them over a thousand years old, the rest probably even younger than me.- he deduced, measuring his chances.- There is no need to wait, a better chance will not happen again.- Damon decided and started walking towards the garden, since was planning to attack from this side.

We all knew we had entered a new era, and for the first time, we were truly the Blood Moon Pack. *This is the end of Book 1 of Blood and Moon. Book 2 Love and War. It will focus on Kyle and Sabrina's love. Adam and Desire will be active in it too. I hope you enjoyed Adam and Desire's story, and I hope you will read and enjoy the remaining two books. Thank you for your love and support. THEY ARE ALL STANDALONE* My next project is Luca's inferno, please follow me on social media same as my pen name. I hope to hear from all of you on Luca's Inferno ( available only on goodnovel)

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By the time night fell, I’d accepted three things. 1. The Varyn House had a mood. 2. My crowbar, Brenda Classic, was my closest friend. 3. I was officially cohabiting with a vampire. Honestly? I’d had worse roommates. The lights above the kitchen table flickered lazily. The bulbs hummed even when the switch was off — like Brenda herself was breathing through the wires. I was surrounded by three coffee mugs, one bleeding pen, and a notebook labeled Operation Anti-Crispy.

The house is a living thing, a collection of creaking bones and drafty corridors, and it breathes the same air that I do. But you—you are the one who provides the rhythm. Every night, the ritual begins the same way. You are in the basement, surrounded by the scent of mildew and the suffocating weight of history stored in cardboard boxes. Your hand reaches for the light switch. Click. The light dies, and the game begins.

My beating roared in my temples as every creak of the house made me freeze. I reached the sprawling living room. Ledger stood with his back to me near the floor-to-ceiling windows. He wore only tailored black trousers, his muscular back and shoulders bare, the detailed ancient tattoo across his chest visible in the glass reflection. A glass of dark red liquid swirled in his hand. This was it. I crept closer, bare feet silent on the rug, heart hammering so hard I felt dizzy. For Roland. For the others. For every night he violated me while I slept. I raised the knife high, aiming for the base of his neck.