Haunted Houses Zion Novels & Stories

“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."

But the truth is scarier than any other ghost which exists. After spending his time with his friends, Zion came back home to his condo. He felt tired. He went out to forget everything but as soon as he lay down and looked at the space, his mind drifted back to Harriet. And then, the crying voice went back and forth to his ears like waves of the sea.

Thirteen was when vampires got access to the abilities and gifts if they had one, just like how we got our wolves. Zion, being a Precoza by birth, gained access to his on his ninth birthday. He was still getting the hang of them, but he was excited. He had the same Precoza abilities that Imeela had. He was also able to cast and could emit electricity from his body. Hecate had made an appearance when Zion was born and blessed him, stating that he would have an important destiny and would hold great power inside of himself. “I promise,” he whispered back to me, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Dad, I’m curious about something. Did it ever bother you that Mom wasn’t a shifter?”

Enzo scoffed before taking a deep breath. "Okay, we are here," Zion said, stopping the car in from of a large and luxurious white mansion. In front of the mansion, stood a large golden water fountain, the fountain gave the hours a powerful and regal aura, making it look like a palace. "Time to see what that fool is doing," Zion said as he hopped out of the car.

She paused and said softly, "The ghost house." Zac frowned. "Stay away from that place." "Is there a ghost inside it? For real?" Hazel's big black eyes blinked twice, full of curiosity. "Ghosts only exist in people's hearts," Zac said with a faint smile. "Have you ever been to that place?" Hazel lay down on the sofa and put her head on his lap. The firm muscles of his thighs made her feel very comfortable. Zac touched her hair and played with it casually. "It's a forbidden area. No one can enter it except for

A few short sharp kicks to the occasional wolf we pass along the way that is within our path… Zion knows his mate needs him. He needs to be with her. He needed to save her. As we reach the doors, Zion gives me control back, but the stench of blood is overpowering and my stomach churns with nerves. Zion is still present despite giving me control, his presence rippling beneath my skin, and he is whimpering within my mind. Scared for our mate...

I pause just inside the doorway when I notice the living room lights are still off. Too dark. Too quiet. A strange sound reaches my ears, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as fear grips me. My breath slows without me telling it to. Slowly, I step into the living room, where I see Zion leaning casually against the wall, his profile barely illuminated by the streetlights bleeding through the window. My stomach drops. Hard. My heart pounds loudly in my chest. “How did you get in here?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly.