House Of Night Novellas 소설 & 이야기

Back at the compound, Nova could not sleep. The walls of her chamber felt close, heavy, as though the night itself pressed against the stone. The air was colder than usual, carrying with it the faint tang of iron and ash. She tossed beneath her furs, eyes fixed on the ceiling beams, listening to the distant sounds of the pack settling into uneasy rest. Warriors limped back from the border, their boots whispering softly against stone. Healers murmured low prayers, the cadence rhythmic and haunting. Somewhere beyond her walls, the howl of a lone wolf rose into the night, cutting through the stillness. The compound itself seemed to breathe with exhaustion, the stone corridors sighing under the

I couldn't sleep again immediately after Milo’s call so I reached out to my nightstand and picked up the book I’d started earlier in the week: an anthology of paranormal romance stories. I had continued to read everything I could lay my hands on about werewolf shifters. And recently I decided to buy a few paperback of paranormal romance. I flipped through the pages until I found Story Five. It was just three chapters, I noted with a small smile. Perfect, by the time I finished with it, I was sure I would doze off.

Rage at the family she had been thrust into, rage at the chains she hadn’t seen tightening until now. That night, Leah did not return to her chamber. Instead, she slipped quietly through the halls, her footsteps muffled against the carpet. She had no clear plan, only an instinct that screamed at her…. watch, listen, survive. The mansion changed after dark. Corridors stretched longer, shadows deepened, and whispers grew louder behind closed doors. Leah passed the study where Nathan’s father often worked. The door was ajar, lamplight spilling out. She pressed herself against the wall, her heart thundering.

Nova nodded, unsure what to say. Damian opened a carved wooden door at the end of the hall. Inside was a bedroom, unlike the rest of the house. Smaller. Simpler. The walls were painted in faded navy. Bookshelves sagged with worn paperbacks. A violin case rested atop the dresser, long abandoned. "This was mine." Nova stepped inside slowly. The air smelled of cedar and dust. She ran her fingers across the spines of old novels, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Art of War, Frankenstein. A boy raised on darkness and vengeance.

My knees hit the ground with a loud thud - the cracks in my skin pulse, increasing my heartbeat. Somewhere far away, Vaughn is shouting, Kieran is snarling, but Jace is laughing like this is the best night of his life. The hybrid children's chanting grew louder and louder. Callan's eyes radiate white light that fills my vision. “Come home, Nova.” He spits Then everything goes quiet. White light covers the room. Everyone goes blind and collapses. We found ourselves in chains when we opened our eyes, not knowing how we had gotten here. My palms cuffed against rusted bars.

"And a lot of them." I spin, scanning the room—the sitting area is wide, open, too exposed with nowhere to hide. It's a damn killing field designed for their advantage. There's no cover, no escape route, no tactical position. More of them flood in, slipping between shadows like smoke, clawed hands dragging against the walls, leaving gouges in the plaster, hissing through blood-stained teeth. Some crawl across the ceiling, defying gravity, fingernails digging into the plaster. Others crouch low, eyes wild and hungry, muscles bunched for attack. The stench of death and rot coats the air, thick enough to choke on. I hear growling behind me—Cassidy, Brian, their voices transforming into somethin

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

Almost like the first time he ever laid eyes on it. The house crouched there on the corner of Abercorn and Wayne like something alive but dormant, a hibernating beast that might soon awaken and swallow the world whole. Then, it had been the home of his dreams. Now, his nightmares. He stepped up on the sidewalk, but hesitated at the foot of the curving steps. At the very least, he needed to pack up some more clothes to take with him to Bias’s apartment, but he flashbacked to the last time he’d entered the house, what he’d found waiting for him in the library.