House Of Anubis Novels & Stories

But the words cut deeper than any blade. "You can rest in peace now." My ghost trembled in the air, nearly coming apart. So even after my death, even in my father's mind, I was still nothing but a doomed curse—and my suffering was nothing but an offering to comfort his dead son. Just then, Old George, the family butler, came in carrying a steaming bowl of nutritional broth. George had watched us boys grow up—and he was the only soul in this cold house who'd ever shown me any kindness.

“Wait, it could still be alive?” Lindsay asked. “I would say it most certainly is still alive. I have seen it come back to life a few times. You see, it has an accelerated healing rate, which I have seen before. It will go into a coma-like state to do this. All appearances are that it is dead, but then it will awaken, and it is always very aggressive when that happens,” John explained calmly. “John, this is why we need your help if you can. Anubis has not been listed in any file or record that has been found so far, and Wren did not even know about him. You might be the only one who knows what else got out,” Lindsay told him.

"I'll accept your offer but in one condition. I need my advance payment to buy my own house. Is that possible?" The person who answered the phone became speechless after hearing those and asking himself. Is this what they called Karma for forcing the man to accept the offer? Leon is handsome, and not only that, he already popular in social media for having 1.2 millions followers on his F******k and I*******m. Although he rarely posted his photos, and only Posted the things that Owen owned inside their house. "Well, if you signed a contract with us. I think we can help you buy your own house for advance payment. We will also provide you your own car and bodyguards in the future." The man on t

I barely whispered when I gathered what sick game Alastor wanted to play. “Answer me, boy!” Alastor boomed. But Dennis didn't answer. “OK then. Fitzroy, get up here now!” I heard footsteps coming toward us. I looked over my shoulder and saw an older man, an Omega, that served in the kitchen. “Do you know this boy, Fitzroy?” “Yes, Alpha. He is my son.” Fitzroy was scared. It was clear in his eyes. “And how many sons do you have?” My mate asked.

Is it true that the rent is lower here? “Excuse me? Mr. Almothean?” Blaine yelled as soon as he stepped inside the house. The door is really unlocked so he made his way in. "Perhaps he isn't here?" He looked around, but he couldn't see anything because it was so dark inside. "Mr. Almothean?" He yelled once more. Blaine had been waiting for a while but had received no response, so he was about to contact Jake when someone suddenly spoke in front of him.

SIX Null relented and nodded, stepping up to his partner’s side as they inched to that doorway. Brennan smelled blood in there, in the pit of nothingness. They forced themselves through the arch, the quaking beam of Null’s flashlight revealing an upended phone on the floor, and farther ahead, the soles of two pale bare feet. Brennan didn’t want to see. Yet it was her job to see. It wasn’t that the woman’s clothes had been torn away. The comfy looking Sunday garments had bloomed off the slippery corpse, shed like the scrim of a cocoon. There was no beautiful butterfly here, not here in this dark house on Queen Street. Only cuts on top of cuts.

A shocked gasp gets stuck in my throat, but the sound of humming causes me to look up. The man was walking casually as we got closer to my house. Looking at him closely I see a light purple color shinning around him causing me to feel more confused by the second. The glass doors on the patio were no longer in place, the crunch of the mans shoes stepping on glass filled my ears. Bringing me all the way in I get dropped to the floor my chest connecting with the wooden floors, closing my eye's I let out a groan. Pushing myself up a little I look down to find myself laying in a puddle of blood.

he revealed. My eyebrow shot up immediately. “That’s bad news,” I remarked simply, and I fought the urge to lose my composure. “Well, at the very least, did you find the thing?” Anubis shook his head and his black, curly hair waved out around him. “No, Your Majesty,” he admitted. “But I managed to find something in the house. It was hidden deep within a drawer. I believe it’s something important.”

Anubis asked politely but firmly. Anubis was every bit the Egyptian God, he was tall, about 6’5”, dark, his skin the color of a smooth as silk dark chocolate, his eyes a beautiful copper color that when the light catches at just the right angle almost looks like stained glass. Wepwawet was no slouch himself in the looks department, but something about Anubis just screamed regal and royal, you wanted to bow and cherish Anubis.