Ninth House By Leigh Bardugo Novels & Stories

Third-Person POV Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that something felt wrong. He hadn't dreamed of Natalina in ages, but tonight, he dreamed of the look in her eyes during their last fight. It wasn't a look of hatred or resentment. All she had done was calmly stare at him, as if she was looking at a ledger that was written off. That calmness unsettled him. He picked up his phone to call her, but two notifications caught his eye. The first was an alert from the Ragusa Famiglia's intelligence network with the headline reading, "The Corradini Famiglia is set to seal a marriage alliance with a Famiglia in Nipalino."

“So my ancestral home has been reduced to a giveaway item.” She shrugged weakly. “Pretty much.” I exhaled slowly. “Humanity never disappoints.” --- I followed her up the narrow stairs. The Varyn House shivered, breathing again after two centuries of stillness. In the kitchen, she turned a dial on a black metal box. Blue fire bloomed inside it. I recoiled. “You summon flame indoors?!” “It’s gas!” “You worship gas?” “It’s for cooking!” “You enslave fire for breakfast!” “It’s called convenience!”

This was the performance of her life and the most important one of all. She stumbled through the rusted door timidly as the fat one shoved the gun roughly into her back. The metal bit deep against her spine and made her gasp. She was sure to turn her head in as many directions as possible to take in the view. Her eyes took in all the details thirstily. The building was massive and full of caved in sections and broken glass. It smelled of mildew and rot and was cold as Courtney Van Tessin. It would be hard to secure a place like this properly. That would work to their advantage when it came time to raid it for the rescue.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Jace said, holding onto her tighter. “Something is coming.” She whispered looking across the yard. “Something?” Jace said, setting Nora down and standing in front of her, Cole pushing just under his surface. He didn't pick up anything, what was she sensing? He squinted trying to focus his eyes. He couldn't hear anything ethier. “Yes. Something strong.” Nora whispered, her eyes glowing amber, Zara was ready to fight. Authors Note: Hello all Thank you so much for reading! This is the last chapter in this novel! Book two is called : The Luna that Broke the Alpha Council. You can continue the journey with what is instore next with Jace and Nora there! Much Love -S.E Dymek

She stood alone in a ruined city beneath a crimson sky. Blood covered her hands. Around her... The Nine Doors burned. She whispered only one sentence. "I'm sorry..." Then she disappeared. Another mirror. Edward. Standing before an enormous throne. Holding the Ninth Cipher. Smiling. Not like himself. Like someone else entirely. Another mirror. Lucien. Fighting hundreds of shadow figures until he finally dropped his sword... ...and willingly knelt before the darkness. Mirror after mirror revealed impossible futures. Some hopeful. Most horrifying. Finally Adrian looked at the stranger.

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.