Ninth House Book Novels & Stories

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

“Tell me, who?!” “I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter yet.” She tried to limp away in a rush. “I’ll go call your Beta.” “No. Listen...” I gripped her hand tightly, stopping her. I guided her hand toward the bronze coloured bookcase within the rows of book shelves just meters away from where I fell. “Third shelf. Pull Nighthound Oath… there’s a latch.” She fumbled through the books until she found it. A soft click echoed in the room, and the back panel slid open.

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Nora When I first arrive at my destination, I feel like a drunk stumbling from place to place. First into the right parking lot, then to the right old colonial/Victorian-looking mansion. Then it’s a mad dash into the basement, and to whatever part of that basement holds the The Velvet Accord.

He was so immersed in reading the book and he didn’t know when he fell asleep. He took his phone on the bed side table and saw a message from Almothean asking him for a dinner. Blaine also felt hungry so he get off the bed and change his clothes before leaving in his room. Almothean said that he is in the kitchen so Blaine made his way there. It is dark again as usual so he decided to turn on his flashlight when he notice something odd at the wall.

I keep walking, determined to find what I'm looking for. Finally, I round a corner and see a small door. 323. Station Nine. My heart races. This must be it. Lifting a fist, I knock. There's no response. I knock again, louder this time. "Enter," a feeble voice calls. I open the door and step inside. The room is dark, and a single candle flickers in the corner. Sitting at small table is a small, slender man with a long, white beard. In the opposite corner is a bed draped with a dark green blanket. The floor is smooth and made of stone, the walls made of dirt and rock.

I tell myself firmly And I start descending the stairs. My feel of slipping and falling to my death becomes unfounded as lamps light on their own once I reach the darker part of the stairs. I keep one hand to the wall, and my eyes flicker to the expanse of the library below. It’s exactly like the one above, with rows and rows of sturdy and tall bookshelves. The first shelf reads number 61. Time to find the 89th. The musk of old paper and ink is heavy in the air, and dusk covers the stone floor. My footsteps echo, lamps lighting and going out as I pass through the aisles.

*Warning this book contains scene of violence, foul language, sexual content, adult situations that may be triggers to some, and is not suitable for all ages.* Shattered: Something was wrong. She knew it the instant she pushed the front door open to her home. The door, the way it moved was wrong. She stared at the yellow door as it swung back to her. Her mother had been going on about painting the door for weeks now and just had finally done it. The door swung back open, creaking as it did. Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed herself. She stepped inside the dark house. Her house was always warm and comforting. It was cold and the chill gave her instant goosebumps. She could hear t