Ninth House Series Novels & Stories

“How many House of Conjurers are there?” “Well,” She licks her lips and tilts her head thoughtfully. “The houses as you know are divided into the first, four main elements of our race. House of Fire, House of Water, House of Earth, and House of Air. Under these four are the Sub-elements and they are divided into thirteen houses. There’s the House of Ice, Snow, Frost, Hail, and Sleet for the Water Sub-elemental's, House of Iron, Vines, and Metal for the Earth Sub-elemental’s. House of Smoke, and Heat for the Fire Sub-elemental’s, House of Whirlwind, Hurricane, and Tornado for Air Sub-elemental’s.”

"You don't have to worry about where you're staying anymore. Breaking and entering, theft, property damage—you're looking at a few years in prison. And bringing a man into my home? That's a threat to my personal safety." Her eyes started to glaze over. I stepped closer, leaned in, and lowered my voice. "On top of that, there's the matter of compensation. I don't care how you do it—just have the money ready. You should've thought twice before coming after me." The officers stepped forward expressionlessly and led both of them away. Madison dropped the act completely and started screaming obscenities at me. "You bitch! I stayed in your house for one night, and you've ruined my entire life!"

“Vampires?! I whispered, shocked. The book talked about vampires and other creatures I never knew about. Then I spotted a drawing, it was a fox with nine nails. Before I could read one more line, the door swung open. “Stay away from my stuff,” she hissed, snatching the book from me. “Your stuff? Really? I scoffed. “I and Lucas found it, so how is it yours to keep? I added. She sighed, rubbing her temples “look, just stay away from it. Some secrets are best left buried,” she said, her eyes narrowed, drawing closer. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then a dead, heavy silence descended. I tried understanding the warning but the image of the nine-tailed fox couldn’t leave my head. “ So vampires re

“What are you talking about? Isn’t Zoey still in the hospital? Why would she be here?” Adrian didn’t respond. He turned and strode down the hall, each step of his leather shoes echoing against the floor. He flung open the door to the bedroom and scanned the room. Nothing. None of Zoey’s things were there. Only his. Adrian’s face darkened. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Her stuff’s all gone…” Claire followed him in and frowned, cutting him off. “Did you forget? The old villa burned down. Zoey never moved into this place. Of course her things aren’t here.”

"I haven't seen anyone since I woke." "And when was that?" I rubbed my head, trying to get the full-blown migraine to subside. She shrugged. "About an hour ago." She nodded toward the steel walls. "There're no windows. But if you look closely, there's a little crack in the corner where the walls meet." "I see it." I squinted. What little sunlight coming through was nearly unbearable to my throbbing head. "It's daylight." For a moment, I wondered what Xander and Elias thought when I didn't come home last night... and what Bailey thought when Cruz didn't come home. As far as they were concerned, we were missing.

"The last door was white with blood splattered all over it. I could just be the design but where ever I am, it could be anything." A knock interrupts me from the other side. The door slightly opens as a hand appears wrapping around the edge of the door frame and pushing the door open slightly. I can see what appears to be the top of something's head appear to peek in on me, we make eye contact as it quickly pulls away slamming the door shut.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

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.

She watched Axel’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as the growl rumbled in his chest—a raw, dangerous sound urging her to continue. “A burning house, was it?” His tone was deceptively calm, but it seemed like he was merely testing her lies, knowing she was lying. A cold smirk twisted his lips—a hunter savoring his prey’s desperation. She realized he already knew. “I swear… it was an accident,” she stammered, her heart racing as he moved closer, closing the distance between them. She barely had time to react before his hand was around her neck, his fingers cold and possessive, clamping her pulse beneath his grip. Her breath hitched, the nearness of him intoxicating and terrifying all at once.