Haunted Houses Zion Novels & Stories

Although it was already nighttime, which is usually accompanied with less activities, spotting not one living soul around since they left the gates felt very odd. The howl of the cold wind made the situation even creepier, she couldn't help asking again, "I've been getting weird vibes since my return, so far we haven't encountered anyone in the mansion, it almost feels evacuated. The planned overnight visit at the Green Hounds was even cut short, what's going on? Zeta froze in her steps for a milli-second, she hadn't expected Isadora's question at all. A look of guilt flashed on her face but it hardened almost immediately.

“I can't keep running away from my problems, I am going to face Lincoln and Violet. I need to put this to rest before any more people die.” It took us over two days to pave our way through the forest that led us to the infamous cliff of Zion, and the sight that greeted us upon arrival made me writhe with guilt. I was too late. The atmosphere was different, the air humid and filled with the stench of burnt flesh, and sweat and blood. Zion was a shadow of its former self, it was just bare land and there was no sign that any houses had been there before. Instead, in their place laid stacks of hay piled up with dead bodies of men, women, and children.

Back at Wanda’s HQ, the LED light flickered rapidly on the wall and turned from orange to red. The grand high witch immediately stopped working and told her familiar assistant to prepare the emergency bags. The night business became five times busier ever since the last week of November rolled by. Despite the collection team’s best efforts to retrieve as many monsters as possible, there were still many cases that needed Wanda to oversee personally. The grand high witch kept a close eye on candidate #477’s progress and followed up with Fiona’s reports. The eggs were due to hatch at any moment, and Cleo had already prepared to collect the new tentacles.

As they got closer, they could not hear any sound coming from a person, which made them doubt if they were really in the right place. “Hazel can't keep quiet if she is kidnapped, she is smart so she would try her best to leave clues,” Zeus said to Mark as he continued to doubt the house. The house looked small from the outside but getting inside seemed like a mansion, it had so many entries. Mark was doubting too and was about to tell them to check other houses when he saw something. He tapped Zeus to look in that direction also. “Is that Hazel’s phone? Zeus asked with shock on his face as he rushed to pick up the phone, no wonder her location was still turned on. Did something happen to her

Zion said as he pulled me into a hug. He was taking me to his coven so that I could have access to the Royal library there. It had the most extensive collection of books about supernatural species. He did not ask questions because he knew that I would open up when, and if, I could. Zion had mentioned that his mother wanted to see me once I got there, so he cast us to the door leading to her office. Then he told me to let him know when I was done, and he would take me down to the library.

And if I ever dared to go outside of house Arcadius at night despite my fears, the consequences would surely be mine to bare for I knew exactly what would happen the second I stepped foot outside of our house without protection. “Mia, I’ve found your prey for the evening,” Zion said through our mind link, and I turned to look in the direction that he was already looking in. “Are you serious?” I asked Zion when I saw the little rabbit sitting innocently behind a naked bush and he laughed in amusement. He could have found something bigger than a rabbit; this is humiliating. “Just don’t become friends with the poor soul,” Father told me, and I guiltily looked down at my paws, at times I feel th

Few months ago: In the heart of the opulent Watsons mansion, an air of anticipation and excitement hung thick in the atmosphere as an extravagant party was meticulously orchestrated to commemorate the momentous 40th anniversary of Watsons & Co company. The sprawling mansion had been transformed into a haven of festivity, each corner adorned with elegant decorations that exuded sophistication and grandeur.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

I smiled and declared, "Let the game of hide and seek begin." Through the cameras, we watched as Shadow frantically searched the dorm, muttering to herself, "Where? Where is she?" While Shadow was tearing the place apart looking for me, Celeste and I were already out of the school, having been picked up by Helena and taken to her luxurious mansion. The three of us sprawled out on a sofa larger than most beds, sipping champagne and enjoying delicious desserts made by a personal chef. Back at the dorm, Shadow was seething with rage, while in Helena's mansion, Howard was in tears, groveling while begging for forgiveness. But Helena just spat coldly, "It's over between us. Stop bothering me and

Whatever it is, it is our only opportunity. Cliffhanger The air became colder and the tension between them increased as they ascended farther into the mountains. Despite the absence of the shadow figures, Zara couldn't get rid of the sensation that they were being watched. They eventually arrived at a small ledge that overlooked a deep valley. Zara could make out a huge stone building carved into the mountainside in the distance. The Sanctum of Shadows. However, there was a problem. The light from the pendant started to fade, and the valley was filled with a low rumble.