Ninth House Book Novels & Stories

Therefore, he could have been incorrect on that assumption. “He has been here for weeks. It has been determined that he will not provide service in the household, but he has not been turned,” Cora complained. “Others have come and gone, yet there he lays. I do not understand what is so special about him. He wastes valuable bed space.”

Everything now seemed a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by unseen hands. With every heartbeat, she thought she heard ghostly footsteps approaching her walls. She clutched the blanket to her chest like a child clutching a comforting toy, but the terror was greater than any blanket, thicker than any wall. Her eyes leaped to the table, where the book still lay. Its dark cover glinted faintly under a sliver of moonlight, as if it were watching her, as if its earlier fall had been a message, not an accident.

Sylara's POV I was locked in the Reflection Chamber, and my allergic reaction grew increasingly severe. I was just on the verge of collapsing when something suddenly stirred on the floor in the corner of the chamber, and a few stone slabs were slowly pried open from underneath, exposing a dark, pitch-black hole. Wren crawled out from the opening. She was covered in dust as she held a small porcelain vial tightly in her hand. She rushed to my side, supported my weak body, and frantically twisted open the cap of the vial.

She approached slowly. Every instinct told her to turn back. Instead... She reached for the handle. It didn't move. Locked. She looked around before kneeling. Maybe there was a key hidden nearby. Nothing. She stood again. What was so important about this place? Why had the servants looked terrified? Why did no one want her anywhere near it? She rested her palm against the door. Cold. Almost freezing. Then... She heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Behind her. Aubrey turned.

I found a seat near the back, pressed my forehead to the cold glass, and watched the only city I'd ever called home shrink and disappear behind me, streetlights blurring past faster and faster until they were just smears of orange in the dark. Slowly, my hand found my stomach, the only piece of my old life still coming with me. "New start," I whispered, to her, to myself and to nobody at all. "Just you and me now." I didn't believe it would be that simple. Nothing had been simple in months, and there was no real reason to think that would change just because I'd crossed some invisible city line. .......... NINE MONTHS LATER Nobody warns you that labour alone sounds different. There's no one

A wave of exhaustion rose in my chest. I did not look at the two naked people on the couch again. I turned and walked toward the bedroom. But the moment I pushed the door open, I froze. "Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. "This house is also under my mother's name. It has nothing to do with you. I threw all your things out. "They should still be by the trash cans on the roadside." Vivian's mouth curved upward. She had thrown on a jacket at random and was leaning against the wall as she watched me.

“I already have a backup plan. I’ll sort this out. I told you I’d protect my family and make sure our daughter is safe Amber. And I will, rest assured.” Amber wasn’t feeling assured. She didn’t share in Grayson’s calm demeanor and faith. This game had already been going on for months and they were no closer than when they’d fucking started really. They hadn’t found their smoking gun so to speak. All the witnesses were inconveniently dead by Hugo’s design. They were yet to discover who the mole was in the penthouse. It was starting to seem hopeless.

He obviously heard when I had the nightmare, and maybe, just maybe I had mentioned Atticus’s name. I tried to navigate my thoughts back to the architecture of the house. What kind of house was crafted in such a weird way? Everything seemed off. The reflections doubled back on themself like it was deliberate, like something was hiding in plain sight. After I finished cleaning, I stayed tracing the glass, unsure of what exactly I was looking for. I wanted to stop, but I heard a faint hum behind like a vibration. Electronics. “Fuck.” I staggered back. What was happening? I leaned in to listen, but I heard footsteps.

Then Kai moved it toward her across the desk. - What's that?- Miyuki asked, touching the book lightly with her fingertips, but still felt the slight vibrations from this volume. - You are studying, so you know for sure that one need a textbook to learn from. You could say that this is a textbook that contains the basics of magic. It has what I already talked about, but with more details, so I would like you to read at least the first chapter during this week, until our next meeting.- Kai explained.- Now, as we have fifteen more minutes, we will try to release your power that you have crammed deep inside yourself.- he added after a moment, getting up from his swivel chair, then walked over to

Nice porch with a rocking chair and a hammock on it. But just inside I noticed her. Kamari. Her hair was tucked back behind an ear. Feet propped up on the arm of the couch whilst she aimlessly leafed through a book. The title was a dark choice but one I had read before. The Haunting of Hill House. A twisted book that made you catch your breath at every turn. Behind her was the kitchen. Her father was standing there, kneading from what I could see. Nolan had only mentioned her address once. When he thought she would come here or to the cafe. I never realized I knew it by heart.