A House Of The Night Novel Novels & Stories

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.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

— 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.

"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.

Our packs were small, not exceeding twenty members each, remnants of a once-thriving population decimated by the atrocities of the great war. “It was never like this,” my mother had confided to me one evening in the garden, her voice heavy with sorrow. We had once been numerous, until a blaze, ignited by the vampires, razed our village to the ground, claiming countless lives and leaving us homeless and bereft. I shook my head sadly, pondering the cruel hand fate had dealt us. What would have become of me if I had been born amidst the chaos and devastation of those dark times? As the full moon gradually disappeared behind dark clouds, we unleashed a chorus of howls, our voices melding with th

She closes her eyes as if she saw a ghost standing in front of them but in reality, it was a monster that was standing in front of them; One Monster who kills people without having mercy on them! *

It was almost midnight when Elora, Caspian, and Brittany arrived at the big house with a very high iron fence. Brittany opened the window and waved over the railing to a camera, watching them. The black gate opened a moment later. It increasingly convinced Elora that werewolves did like living in the suburbs, had super large houses, and hated light. This big house is an example. The light along the driveway that cuts through the courtyard was only a faint orange glow. Up ahead, a classic European-style three-story house stands tall, complete with a crystal chandelier hanging on the terrace.

I saw some movement down below but I figured it was just the wind rustling through the trees. Then I saw a second figure, this one white. It got me to question if I really had seen the first. Then a third shadow so much bigger than the others. I closed the window again and slipped back inside. We were in the house of wolves, I knew what it meant, my instincts were calling out to me to join whatever hunt was going on down below. I still wouldn’t do it, I couldn’t. Full wolf was just not on my ability list. Why muddy the water too? I was going to leave soon, I didn’t want any connection with that family. I slept under the window letting the moonlight soothe me into a calm sleep. It felt so wro

A glimmer of dim light shone from the sidelines of the window curtains of an elongated house. This two-story building made entirely of wood is quite large. It was able to accommodate many people, but no one would want to live here. Look at here! This house was worse than a dog kennel. The front door looked old and difficult to close properly without a stone wedge, the walls were cracked almost all over the building, as was the roof with holes in it. Some of the wooden floors were already brittle and rickety, which could make your foot suddenly fell. Plus, no one knew if the toilet was still working. Believe it or not, this old building was the headquarters of the city's famous 'Dark Night' h

I squinted through the brightness. Siobhanny screamed. Then the House of Heights came tumbling down. DAZED, I BLINKED MY EYES OPEN TO DARKNESS. Then I coughed against the stone dust, scrabbling to free myself from the fallen masonry and roof beams. My head ached, and blood dribbled down my throat. Frogs’ toes, Mischief taking back his magic had pulled down the entire House of Heights that had been my family’s home — the Wolve Winner’s home — for over four hundred years.