Ninth House By Leigh Bardugo Novels & Stories

When the blanket of the night has draped over the sky, the Children of the Moon are wide awake, especially their alpha. He sat atop his chamber’s balcony railings, his feet dangling and gently swaying with the wind. The House was gloomy today. The House has been gloomy for a long time, since the events that transpired in its walls. Akira may not know it, but the impact of her departure from the house heavily impacted the household. The staff felt guilty for treating her horribly, especially when she was almost killed in these very walls.

If Isabella wanted to play with physical evidence, then Liora would provide evidence that would make the entire Montgomery family never dare set foot in this country again. That night, under the cold moonlight, Liora Thorne was writing code that was no longer about defense but about total destruction for anyone who dared to underestimate a Phoenix. END OF CHAPTER 23..

I ran my fingertips across the raised gold lettering and brown leather of the ancient book. At that moment, I realized this was my only connection to my people, the Arctic wolves. Looking at the Grimoire, I wondered if any other Arctic wolves from my pack had survived. After we stopped Nightshade, I intended to find out. But that was for a later time. If anyone did survive, then he or she could find me. But right now, we had to stop Nightshade. "Thanks, Bailey," I said, sighing in relief. "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get it?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

“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 is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!" George went pale as a sheet. He dropped to his knees, too terrified to utter another word. I drifted above, perched on the carved wooden beam, watching it all with cold eyes. Of course, my father wouldn't look for me. He wanted me dead—the worse, the better. It had always been this way. I remembered when I was seven. Matthew had just received a new emerald pendant—a tribute from some foreign merchant. It was worth a small fortune. He treasured it like

She approached the grave with a soft, almost tender smile that made everyone's skin crawl. "See? I brought back everything that belongs to you. None of it is left for anyone else." Under the horrified stares of the crowd, she carefully placed the bloody kidneys Anna had taken from me into the urn. When the police rushed in with guns raised, they froze in disbelief. I turned to Mom. She raised her head, laughed, and pointed into the air. "Look, Jenna has returned." I let out a soft, long sigh, as if I had finally released the last thread of attachment.

The guards gave a nod, stepping away to take up their post further down the hall, assuming all was safe. Moments later, as the maid reached to dim the candle, something moved behind her. Before she could react, a hand clamped over her mouth, and she felt a sharp, cold pain As she was stabbed with sharp dagger, her blood gushed and dampen her clothes, Her body slumped to the floor, silently.

Lila's POV “No you know what it feels like to be outnumbered, Darren. This is your only chance at survival. We would all walk into the Grand Hall and you're going to denounce the throne, tell them you killed our parents and I will take my rightful place as queen of the pack.” I said without stuttering. All in one breath. I meant business. The guards stopped moving. They were stunned at my demand. The new IT mattered to them because a change in power would affect them and they would have to turn on the person who was once in charge of them.

~~~~~~~~~~ MIDNIGHT She wrote in the Book again. XXV. I am the firewall. The flesh. The furnace. XXVI. I am no longer the daughter of kings. I am the forge of gods. XXVII. Let the Vatican burn its saints. I will raise my own. She closed the book. The lights flickered. And somewhere beneath the compound, a silent alarm pulsed. Matteo called in seconds later. “We’ve got movement.” “Where?” Aria asked. “Chamber Nine. Deep vault. The one with the DIO containment backup.”

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort