روايات وقصص ضمن Crestwood House Monster Series

“You don’t touch anyone without permission. You don’t hunt. You don’t lie.” A faint, humorless smile touched his mouth. “You’re not in a position to make rules.” I stepped closer, close enough that he could smell my fear—and my resolve. “You’re chained to my bed,” I said softly, “bleeding out, and asking me for help.” Our eyes locked. Finally, he nodded. “Fine,” he said. “Name your price.” Outside, Kraithan breathed on, unaware. Inside my apartment, I stared at the monster I’d dragged home and realized something terrible and undeniable.

“You look breathtaking tonight, Rose. Just like your name.” “Thank you.” I stuttered, desperate to pull my hand away from his grip. When he didn't budge, I looked to dad, but he was too occupied to notice anything wrong. He finally let go, before ushering us inside. The house was more intimidating on the inside, and no matter how hopeful I tried to be, I just couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that seemed to echo around me. There was something wrong about this place, I just couldn't put a finger on it. Yet.

Reluctantly, I dragged myself toward the seat and sank into it, staring at him expectantly. “They are a council known as the Royal Shadows. They use this crest, and the only reason I know about it is because my parents belong to one of the founding families. And well… Being a vampire has its perks, Seraphina. So know this — they are really dangerous.” I sighed, hating how this was unraveling. This was getting too serious for me to handle. It made me sick. First off, some shitty, ridiculous sex dream that turned out to be real. Then my memories being blocked to ‘protect’ me? And now I had people coming after me.

“You will be magically scanned and sorted based on your raw essence. You cannot lie. You cannot refuse. You cannot transfer houses.” Great. So the damn castle was going to assign me a magical Hogwarts on crack dorm based on vibes and trauma. Below the announcement were the four house entries, each with a crest, quote, and glowing bullet points. House VARGHEIM Crest: A snarling wolf’s head surrounded by crescent moons and barbed thorns Quote: “Loyal to the end. Vicious from the start.” Accepts: Shifters, battle born witches, bloodline bound heirs, monster kin

Either way, no one speaks. The servants walk on the edges of the carpet, their heads down. They’ve learned how to vanish without leaving the room. They’ve learned how to breathe without sound. No one smiles here. Not because they’re busy. Because they’re afraid. Every inch of this house smells like old power. Like iron. Like dust that’s never allowed to settle. The paintings on the walls show our ancestors in stiff robes and dead eyes. They watch everything. Everyone. And somewhere in this building, I know my father is watching too.

“You killed both of them. You’re a monster.” Adriano stepped closer, stopping just a few feet away. “Your father destroyed my family first,” he said quietly. “Tonight is justice.” Max shook his head again, furious and trembling. “You don’t know anything! You don’t understand—” Before he could finish, the front door opened. Nora walked in, exhausted from her shift at the hospital. She dropped her keys on the table and called out, “Mom? Dad? I’m home—” Her words stopped abruptly.

Perhaps that had been the reason I didn't mind seducing him from the beginning. Soon, the car drove into the vast compound of the Beaumont family mansion. The lights danced around, casting a glow on the entire surrounding. Rael pulled the car door open, stepping out. I'd just followed after him, caught off guard when he stretched out his hand for me to hold onto. Those lean fingers never looked so amazing. I took his hand, feeling him squeeze it a little before we entered the main hall. It was large and could fit at least 500 people, yet, the people scattered around would not be more than 200, all consisting of various elite families in country M.

He killed them all. It was never in his nature to take any prisoners. He thought nothing of it as he ran his blade across the necks of the young and old. Mercy was for humans and the things he killed were monsters. The smoke from the gun powder hung in the air heavily as Creed looked over the limp bloodied and battered bodies that lay on the floor. He counted them in his head noting that there was a family of six of these creatures. He stopped at five and then paused and looked to the end of the room.