A House Of The Night Novel Novels & Stories

Lisa Throughout the night, I'm unable to sleep with the pull of the blood moon growing stronger. I lay here in bed tossing and turning until I finally just give up on trying to sleep. I get out of bed, feeling this rush from the blood moon. I look down at my trembling hands, looking at my elongated claws as my inner beast pushes forward. I take in a deep breath, slowly exhaling, trying to calm myself. I look down at my hands again, forcing my claws to retreat back into their nail beds.

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

It immediately burst into flames. The burning body caught the vampire leaders’ attention enough to stop their fighting. Edwin lept behind a small outbuilding as they looked for the source of the fiery kill. Just then, a loud explosion sounded from inside the house. Glass shattered and doors splintered. Vampires screamed and burst into flames as fire spread through the house. “You did this!” Claus bellowed at Malcolm. “I arranged it with my men. If we weren’t the victors within an hour, they were to burn down the house. If I can’t have her, no one will,” Malcolm sneered.

Nolan continued, “I guess Yena is more forgiving than I am. She wanted me to bring you some reading material. Guess she must have been concerned you would be bored in here.” He opened his jacket and pulled a small book out of the interior pocket. The gap at the bottom of the silver bars was just wide enough for the book to fit underneath. Nolan crouched and shoved it under, sending the book sliding straight across the slick, well-worn, centuries-old stone floor. Adan stopped the book under his foot. He stared down at it. But he did not bend to pick it up. It was the book he had written many years ago, back when he lived in the human world. The book he had given to Yena when they first met, w

Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

She’d snuck into the forbidden library with a boy who didn’t speak much, who had bruises on his back and fire in his eyes. Ethan. And together, they’d read books that even the patriarchs feared to open. One of those books spoke of “The Heart of the House.” It remembers every blood that’s been spilled in its name. But none of the books said it was real. She thought it was symbolic. A metaphor for the darkness rooted in this land. Now she stood before it. And it was awake. Ethan’s face in the blood began to blur. At the same moment, the manor groaned. Not an earthquake—but something deeper. Like a beast shifting underground.

The town below was engulfed in a kaleidoscope of shimmering lights flickering in the distance as the starry nighttime swept over the Oakheart village that never seemed fully asleep. The garden was cold and completely dark when Minnow and Henry decided to head back inside. It had been quiet and peaceful under the apple tree, but Minnow felt the chill as the darkness swallowed them when the candle in the lantern burned out. It was the most piercing darkness she had felt, awakening her senses with its sharp, crisp smells.