Novel Patrick Kellan Black House Novels & Stories

The black mage took a peek at Selena’s cell from Patrick’s room, it let an evil smirk at her. “I know you there, lady Whitewood…” ***

She didn’t turn around when she heard his footsteps, but her shoulders tensed. “Is he still inside?” she asked. “He’s with his family now,” Zander replied. The first window shattered. The sound of breaking glass echoed across the valley like a gunshot. A column of thick, black smoke began to pour out of the library, rising into the cold night sky. The “House of Thorns,” as the locals had called the Blackwood mansion for a century, was finally being purged.

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.

But now. Now I'd given birth to three wolves. How? The footsteps outside were getting closer. That suffocating presence, that aura that made the air feel thick… that could only be Killian Blackwood. The doorknob turned slowly. His voice, the same one that terrified the entire business world, cut through the door. "Why is there no crying?"

Rebecca couldn't help but cry out. Olivia was sobbing in the first place. When she heard what Lucas said, she was so scared that she forgot to breathe. Black House was a basement in the Thomas villa. This room was made with the highest level of soundproofing. There were only walls and floors in the entire room. There wasn't even a cushion in the room, not to mention a bed. There was not even a light in the entire room, only a fist—sized hole in the roof for ventilation.

Samantha POV The safe house didn’t smell like Paris. It smelled like ancient secrets—old paper, cold stone, and the ozone-heavy scent of high-end filtration systems. Lucien moved through the dim foyer of the Haussmann-style apartment with the silence of a shadow. He didn't turn on the lights. He didn't need to. His silver eyes caught the stray moonlight filtering through the heavy velvet curtains, glowing with a soft, predatory luminescence that made the air feel thin.

With the return of Nocté, the element calmed down and floods no longer happened. Agnes and Bastian had to work hard and hire local help to make the Black Cliff habitable for people, not sea creatures. There was plenty of work left to this day, but Agnes kept her chip up. Nocté was surprised at the strong health of the old woman: she never complained to her about back pain or aching bones.

Her hand flops up as if to give me a wave but quickly plops down. Brittany?" A loud cackling fills the room, a demonic face appears behind Brittany with a grin from ear to ear. It had no eyes or nose. The skin looked as if it was left in an oven for too long. Suddenly, the light that was illuminating the room flickered out and the room became pitch black.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.