Hidden A House Of Night Novel Novels & Stories

Lucien’s lips parted, and he whispered a name to the night, soft as a benediction, sharper than a vow. “Sleep well, little secret.” And somewhere inside the packhouse a door, long forgotten and rarely used, shifted under a careful hand—and the quiet breath of an intruder bent forward into a house that slept on the edge of ruin.

Jeremy silently watched from the side, wondering what trick Fabian was going to pull. Under the accomplice’s instructions, Fabian successfully found the switch to the hidden room. He rotated the desk lamp, and with a click, a bookshelf shifted. “It’s open!” Fabian walked over and pushed open the bookshelf, revealing a new room. The room was not large—barely ten square meters—but it contained several cabinets. However, most of them were empty since Nolan had only arrived in Hill City recently and did not have much information that needed to be hidden.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page:

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

I’ve gagged him too—can’t have him yelling and attracting attention. The man’s stocky frame made it hard to carry him, but I managed, dragging him into the decrepit building that Asher uses for situations like this. The kill house is the definition of desolate. It’s a crumbling one-story structure in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rusted metal fences and patches of overgrown grass. The paint on the walls has peeled away, revealing uneven concrete stained with only God-knows-what.

I am currently working on the Hidden Legacy Series. Book 1 has been recrafted to reflect my evolved style of writing. That has been published as a full paperback novel on A****n. I have recrafted Book 2, and it is currently being prepared for publication as a paperback novel. Book 2 has undergone some plot changes, including a title change, resulting in another shorter novel, The Moon's Exception. I am more than halfway through writing that, and it will sit between Book 2 and Book 3.

"I just... I can't sleep. I can't close my eyes without seeing it." "I know,” I said softly. Sparing another glance at the door, I began to chew on the inside of my cheek. “Would you be okay in here if I stepped out for a minute? I think I might have something that could help us.” Nova was only half listening though, already absorbed in the next book she plucked off the shelf. I backed out of the room slowly, and once out of sight, raced for the back of the library where the hidden room was. The air was thick with the oppressive stench of dark magic. My eyes darted around the second I stepped inside, cataloging the changes.