Ninth House Book Novels & Stories

By the time I finally made it home, my breathing was ragged and my body burned with fever. Dragging myself into the bedroom, I placed the divorce certificate on the nightstand. There, neatly lined up, were eight other divorce certificates. I marked the newest one with a clear number nine. Barely conscious, I swallowed some fever medicine and collapsed onto the couch, sinking into a heavy sleep. I didn't know how long it was before I woke again. The night outside the window swam into view. Lucy sat beside me, her expression carrying a rare trace of concern. A coat was draped over me, carrying a strong scent of unfamiliar cologne. Realizing Lucy had put it there, I pushed it off immediately, d

"I am the book." He kissed Cale’s freezing forehead. "Now warm up. That's an order." They lay there in the dark library, wrapped in stolen velvet, while the house settled around them. The water had stopped rising. The door held. But Elion knew the truth. The tide wasn't gone. It was just waiting for the next high water mark. And Cale... Cale was running on fumes. Anomaly 90: The Flood. Fact: The house tried to drown us.

She pointed to a narrow gap between the shelf and the wall. “It wasn’t like this before.” Marcus and Samuel pushed the heavy bookshelf aside. Hidden behind it was a plain wooden door. No handle. No keyhole. Only a carved symbol. An unbroken silver circle. Elias stared at it. His calm expression vanished. “The Ninth Door.” ⸻ Julian looked at him sharply. “I thought it was a myth.” “So did I.” Elias stepped closer. “It shouldn’t exist anymore.” Amelia traced the symbol with her fingertips.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

He responded and I nodded to Jake when he pointed out more blood. While he searched I scanned the area before scanning the ground, it was slow going but almost an hour after we started the blood led into a small house through a broken window. “Hows it going?” Wheelers voice asked for the fifth time since we left them. “Heading into a house, hold tight.” Jake answered. He gave me a leg up through the window and I stood with my back against the wall eyes alert until he joined me. We searched each room side by side before returning to the window and looking for any more blood.

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. The Nearness of You (The Thorntons Book 1) 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 use of brief

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

**** On the ninth floor, the floor that belongs to Nicklaus alone, besides their bedroom at the end of the corridor, there were three other rooms. One of them was Nicklaus's study.. There was also a room opposite the elevator that Annah didn't know what was inside... Annah went over to the shelves and picked out a few more interesting books and went back to the couch... She sat down and began reading her book quietly.. She heard the sound of the room opposite the library closed.. She suddenly closed her book once she was sure Nicklaus and the rest were inside.. She really wanted to know what they were talking about Because she had a feeling they might be talking about her...

Colton was pacing the hallway. A knock came—not the staff. Not security. Just three soft taps. She opened the door. No one. Just a letter. Cream paper. Black wax seal in the shape of an orchid. She read it standing there. To the Bride of the Lazarus Equation, You have opened the door. But the house is bigger than you think. We are not enemies—we are your origin. Tower Nine. Midnight. Come alone. Or your sister dies again. — W Her hands were ice. But her mind had never been sharper.