House Of Night Novellas Series Novels & Stories

Even though it’s not real, at least I saw that again. A long silence prevails when we can catch our breaths until my eyes dart at my parents who are now starting to fade. The place became black even if I try to roam my eyes, hoping to find a light, but it was no use. “I finally found you,” a man said which make my eyes narrow. He slowly walk closer to me until I finally saw his face. The place became a castle and he’s now wearing white long sleeves that have different gold linings at the wrist and collar and are paired with black slacks. He’s also wearing different jewelry or accessories that make his attire luxury. His long black coat with a touch of gold colors was visible too. He’s also w

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

he ordered them and they picked her up again, dragging her inside. Kyra woke up to the sound of people talking and she groaned a little, feeling her head banging. The people were still talking and when she read the room, she realized they were not just talking, but arguing. She soon heard loud angry murmurs and she moved her eyes to look around the room which was huge and brightly lit with torches everywhere. The room was filled with vampires, all dressed in black, and they moved around the room, talking to each other. The angry murmurs grew loudly in the room and unlike Athens, she felt pure evil and darkness here.

EVERYTHING WAS BEcoming a bit too much to handle. It was too much at once. Being a seer. Vampires, incubus, shifters, chimeras… Having a mate—let alone three of them. It was intense. If Lily was being honest to herself, everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours or so was enough to have her spiraling into a panic attack. Why hadn’t she had one yet? Perhaps it had something to do with the eye-candy male before her.

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

Sheldon sold his own blood just to scrape together enough cash to sneak back into the country. He'd lost everything—flat broke, banned from flying, and not a penny to his name. Smuggling himself back was his only option. After a grueling week-long trip, he finally made it home. The first thing he did was rush to the basement apartment in our old neighborhood, thinking he'd find me and the boys there. But when he opened the door, all he saw was junk piled to the ceiling, the place stinking of mold and trash.

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.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are: - His Hunt For Redemption (Book 1) - Design of Fate (Book 2)

I changed quickly, folding my old dress and placing it neatly on a nearby chair. I crawled into the massive bed, feeling small in the sea of velvet and silk. The scent of fire still lingered faintly in my nose, but so did something else now his scent. Dark, crisp, and dangerous. I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep. But the vision—the nightmare kept replaying in my head. The flames, the screams, the charred bodies. My hands covered in blood. The thought of my coven and family passed through my mind.