House Of The Rising Sun A Novel Novels & Stories

Dust settled like snow. Above us, Varyn House hummed softly—pleased, or plotting. And Samantha Whitaker—unemployed, unfed, unfiltered—fell asleep in a vampire’s arms, wrapped in velvet, regret, and the faint, impossible rhythm of a heart relearning how to beat.

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.

That was why she stuck a few plasters on her fingers and used her injuries as an excuse not to cook. The atmosphere became tense immediately. In the past, Heather was the only one dealing with the chores, so the maids would leave the mansion when the time was up. Now, no one else in the mansion knew how to cook other than her. It'd be too late to summon the maids back to the mansion. Yvonne frowned in displeasure. She began complaining once again. "Why didn't you tell us you got hurt from the start? Are you trying to make us starve on purpose?"

She bit her lip and snapped, "You're disgusting! Selling my body to gain power and wealth? I won't stoop to that, and I don't need to!" Andrew clicked his tongue, clearly amused. "Is that so? Well, gotta say… you've got backbone. Alright then, let's split up and pick our rooms. Once we're settled in, it's time to get down to business." Only one word could describe Serenity Villa on the inside—huge. Aspen took her time and carefully picked her room. It was on the third floor, facing east, so every morning, she could catch the sunrise and do yoga out on the balcony.

Serenity’s POV Getting back to the pack house was interesting, I felt like I had spotters. After storming past Cam and his damn growling, ignoring his forlorn face, I felt like all my muscles protested at my sharp movements. All my energy left me because of my outburst and show of distaste in his behaviour, so getting to the car, I developed a slight sway. I tried to protest that I didn’t need a car to take me the three minutes to the pack house, but my father just laughed at me and told me to park my ass. Following a roll of eyes, a huff, and my throwing myself in the back seat next to Myles, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the quiet. Walking back into the pack house everything seemed so

So, I could not try and track her down, I pulled out my phone and called Zac. “I need you to get back here now” I yelled into the phone. “On it” I heard tyres screeching and assumed that he was doing a u turn to come back to me. I was not safe here anymore. The only way to get rid of evidence was to burn the place down. Thankfully the place was not under my name, so nothing would come back to me. As I waited for Zac I doused the place in gasoline. I stood outside smoking a cig while waiting as soon as he pulled up I flicked my butt towards the house and then watched as the gasoline caught and the house I had tortured and killed so many women started to burn.

He bangs more throwing the don't open and I get thrown to the floor as the figure stand in the open doorway. “Welcome to the House of shadows, you will not leave here.”

It only got louder and louder like a heartbeat pounding in my ear. I felt fear but I didn't know why. I felt like waiting and crying but I couldn't open my mouth. "They are coming, its rising, your almost out of time," it cried louder in pain. The darkness blinked and the horrific image of dead bodies flashed before my eyes. They were laid out in a strange way, blood dripping from their bodies and into the soil…deep into the soil. Red eyes watched me from the shadows. "Their coming," I screamed as I jolted awake.