Ninth House Series Novels & Stories

She looked up and saw it was a raven. Caitlin heard a sudden noise, and turned and walked back through the house. She walked into the kitchen, looking for signs of anyone. She heard another clanging, and made her way to the window against the back wall. The drapes were drawn tightly here, too, which was odd, because Caitlin always kept them open. She reached for the drapes, and pulled the cord.

“I hope so. I will be coming to stay in the house after work... if that's fine by you.” “Of course.” She said as she was walking towards the seat beside the bookshelf she just stepped down from. “Good luck.” He expired deeply before hanging up. Hayley was stepping on the dry leaves, as she walked into the woods. Today was hectic, and she had to rush home to continue her task and kill the next victim who was the headmaster of Weston Hills. She stopped when she felt someone was behind. She could smell her presence, she turned and their gaze met each other.

I leaned against the cold brick wall, my hand trembling as I pulled my phone from my pocket and called my assistant, Maria, to come get me. The ninth time. I thought back to the ridiculous bet Julia had proposed a year ago. "Nine choices, Leona. Let's see who Isak really picks. The loser walks." The first time was at my mother's funeral. A rival family crashed the service and opened fire. Isak dove to shield Julia without a second thought. The second time was at his succession ceremony. A bomb went off, and his first instinct was, again, to protect Julia. The third, fourth, fifth time…

This novella is the 9th book in the Guardian series, the 5th in the Guardian Next Generation series. While it can be read as a stand-alone book, references will be made to other events and people without full description of those events here. It is recommended that you read the other books in this series before this one. ---------

As long as she focused and listened to my thoughts, she would get the exact score. Then she would crush me in public and secure the Foster inheritance. She slowly closed her eyes and gathered her attention. In the dead silence that followed, Sophie began to hum again, completely out of control. "Darling, hold my hand... "Jet 2 holiday... save 50 pounds per person..." For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!]

Caleb nodded and led me to the car. - Dinner that night was with both our families. Mom smiled with relief when she saw me and Caleb enter. Then she told me that Dad refused to divorce, so she had already filed through the courts. After dinner, Caleb drove me home. From a distance, I spotted someone familiar standing at the doorway. Hearing the car, Hayden turned. When he saw Caleb in the driver's seat, a flash of displeasure crossed his eyes. The moment I stepped out, Hayden came forward and handed me a box.

After hearing him out, Daniel and I decided to drive home overnight. Before we left, Great-Uncle Harold added that once the spirit-bound blood disappeared, she would suffer retaliation from the infant’s soul. As for what kind of retaliation, he didn’t say. By the time we reached home, it was already past midnight. Once inside, we turned on the lights and found the sculpture in the northwest corner of the living room. We used a power saw to cut it open. Sure enough, at the base of the sculpture was a transparent sealed vial.