Haunted Houses Zion Novels & Stories

“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.

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

“I watched the news, and they are once again sowing terror in the other town. What are we going to do?” Zion was silent. He was also surprised because what he had been waiting for the most came spontaneously. He has been looking for the hiding place of the monsters that killed his parent for a long time. “I'll ready the equipment? I'll tell the rest of our staff about it. What do you think?” gift ko. “How about Crystal? Is she okay? Did she find out about that thing?” he asked. “Uhh … she's terrified. She was pale earlier and scared when she saw the news, that's why she hung up with you,” I replied.

he finished, and I smiled. “Zion, how have you been? Having nightmares, PTSD, Insomnia?” Charmaine asked, and I almost laughed. Did she seriously ask a vampire if he was suffering from insomnia? What a stupid woman! “Insomnia, no, but every time I close my eyes, I feel like I am losing it, like going feral,” Zion said, and I looked up at him, surprised. This is new; he never opened up to me about this. “Alright, do you sometimes awake and feel as if you were still at the lab?” She asked, and Zion nodded.

He asks while eyeing the whole dining area before looking back at me, “I mean, this house is massive for you alone.” “I think I will be fine.” I sounded sure even if I was still doubtful about this whole thing. “I mean, this place is somewhat better since it does not really remind me of Harry, unlike the beach house.” Zion breathes heavily as he stares at the tub of ice cream in front of us, “I know the whole beach house reminds you so much of Harry, but you know America? It’s not so bad to be reminded of things and memories of him. Somewhat the memories will help you become stronger and to help you realize that you can survive through it all.”

Hazel's POV Zion's gaze flickered with a mixture of guilt and fear as he met my gaze. "Because I know the dangers that lurk within the darkness," he confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I have seen what happens when mortals meddle with forces beyond their comprehension."