Haunted Houses Zion Novels & Stories

She knew her friend well enough to know there would be no regret. Just like every year, Aaron prompted to celebrate Zion's birthday outside the Pack estate. The reason being that both humans and werewolves would come to celebrate, and hence, he didn't want any intrusion. Zera agrees with him and is grateful that he thought that far ahead of what they needed, even though she kept forgetting. They moved to the penthouse in the city centre to celebrate, about fifteen minutes' drive from Hart's company. They used the same venue for Zion's last two birthdays. He was excited about celebrating there, and that was all that mattered.

If he could try to pick up from memory, it sounded neither a bear, perhaps an eagle - but they wouldn't do such a sound as Zachary heard it. But what most shocked him, was a bright red glow coming from downhill. It didn't seem to be emitted from just an ordinary light. Even the thick wood couldn't trap the glow. And if he had to tell what house it was down there, it'd be the house near just across the street from Shawn's house. But something inside him said that something paranormal was going on. "What the f--" "Zack, why the H are you calling at this unholy hour?! This better be good like the Queenz are having a skinny dipping--"

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

Mina absolutely didn't care though, she yawned and wiped the drool off her face and said, "Oh you're back?" ~ Zion woke before sunrise, intending to return home, change, and head straight to the office. The morning should have been routine. Jade insisted on accompanying him. She claimed it was precaution. According to her, Mina was unpredictable and capable of “anything,” though Zion suspected the real motive was curiosity. The moment he stepped through the front doors, he stopped. The air was unbreathable. Not mildly unpleasant. Not inconvenient. It was invasive. The odor had intensified overnight, spreading through the foyer and up the staircase like something alive.

I pull my shirt down and put Codi against my chest so I can burp her. “Are you familiar with a place called Houska castle?” She sits down and turns her laptop toward me. There is an image of an ancient castle on the edge of a mountain surrounded by a forest. “No?” I look at the photo. “It’s in the Liberec Region of the Czech Republic. Famously haunted and said to be built on top of the gates to Hell.” She clicks another tab on the screen to an image of a mausoleum. “How about Saint Louis Cemetery Number One? In New Orleans?”

I stare up at the dark and decrepit-looking mansion nestled among the trees of Hoia-Baciu Forest. It’s four-story’s high, and aside from the numerous windows, the structure almost looks like it was carved from a giant rock. It’s built – or likely conjured – from stones of charcoal grey, with spires lining the edges of the roof as if screaming to the world not to touch or come near it. I’ve never looked at a home’s exterior and thought it resembled a living person, but everything about the home Azadou built for himself screams him: dark, scary, isolated and threatening all who come near.

"Better not let go of me, or else..." "I won't." Jane said, "Just don't make me drag your body outside the haunted house," she joked. Jane and I considered ourselves thrill-seekers and getting spooked in haunted houses are one of our favorites. We just loved the feeling that you will be startled by the ghosts or zombies suddenly appearing your way, but will never really hurt you, or the recorded voices of the ghosts crying or in pain making your hairs stand up. This was like one of the favorite attractions in the amusement park. There was a long queue outside, and around fifteen to twenty people were allowed to enter the mansion-like haunted house. This year they had added a zombie theme.

A cool air of damp limestone and old iron whizzes past Heaven’s nose, and—due to the silence within the vicinity—she suspects there may be fewer or no souls living around the area. Glancing up, there aren’t any electric wire crossings either, which means Ziason wasn’t kidding when he told her to forfeit her phone. He really was bringing her to an uncivilized area. “Just out of curiosity, Mr. Father,” Heaven starts while jogging to catch up with Ziason’s long strides, “would I be allowed the liberty to use a TV, at least? I cant be dancing everyday all year long, and I’ll certainly grow bored.” The guy doesn’t respond. Instead, he pushes open the heavy, iron, double doors of the tower that us

Her soul would be long gone before Zion could even get here. If only I hadn't gone to Zion's room with Kendra or anywhere alone with her. She wanted to see the house, I thought nothing of it since hardly anyone had ever been inside Zion's home before. It had a reputation of being haunted in the town so everyone stayed clear of it. Hence, her excitement to see the building didn't strike me as odd.

“They come to me for permission to enter my lands, and I grant it to them. I don’t cause fights that are unnecessary. My pack likes to live in the open without fear of being approached by others. I make sure they’re all taken care of.” Zion switched on a light as she entered his home. The door closed, and the sound echoed throughout the old house as if it was a sign of approaching doom. We’re trapped! There was no getting out of this house until Zion was satisfied. Would it be so hard to agree to his claim of being her mate? She truly didn’t know what to think about his claim. Maya was torn in two between wanting his claim more than her next breath and being scared of accepting it. Once he k