Pc Cast House Of Night Series Novels & Stories

Something made Quintus step back. There was no challenge, no ire, nothing in Porcius that would mean he readied himself for a blow or to be accosted. He drank more and yawned. “I had a rough night, not as rough as ol’ Lucius by the look of him.” August said steadily, “His head came back via Rufus, who has met with Drust, wizard of the druids or whatever they are.” Porcius looked over at the Celtic youth, sitting on the ground on the opposite side of the tent. “Yeah? Drust sent the soul of one of us back, huh?”

We jumped out of the car and broke through the door. The place was dusty, like it hadn’t been lived in for a while. We all decided to split up and look for her because of how big the expanse of the whole house was. I remember how lively it used to be some years ago! "Guys! Over here! I found her!" Lisa screamed from upstairs, and we all rushed to the room. As I entered, the metallic scent of blood and the chill of the evening breeze from the open window sent shivers down my spine.

I didn’t like anything about the house making choices on my behalf—especially after the Council had just tried to reduce my entire existence to a lever. “Why are you here?” I asked. Cassius didn’t look at Lucien when he answered. He looked at me. “I watched the call,” he said. “The conference you broadcast to the Houses.” Of course he had. “I felt the Core respond,” he continued, voice controlled. “Then the Sanctuary opened a channel I have not accessed in four centuries.” Lucien went very still. “You are claiming,” he said carefully, “that this House summoned you.” Cassius nodded once. “Yes.”

She then began to look for a way to open the skylight. She looked under the bed for a remote that might have dropped, but could not find it. She then searched the dresser, recliner, and closet, but still, nothing was found. She soon began to touch the small buttons on the windowsill. She heard a soft hum and looked around to see what had changed. A beam of light shot from her right and it began to grow. Hae Mina stepped back and watched the walls retract and reveal the night and ocean. She climbed on the sill and used the headboard to rest her back on as she watched the moonbeams dance on the waves.

*He’s watching us, I feel his gaze,* Lucy says, as I wash Rosemary’s hair. I ignore it and go about my business until my little girl is dressed, fed and passed out. While I do all that Mason showers too. I also realize my clothes and the baby wrap are gone but I hear what is probably a washing machine somewhere in the house. When we both get in bed, neither of us speaks. I have no idea what time it is, but I’m sure it is after midnight. I haven’t slept well this past month but I catch naps here and there. Always wrapped around my vampire though. How can I sleep without him?

"I'll tell you what you want to know if you let me out." I burst out laughing. "Yeah, right! Like I'm going to fall for that!" I tilted my head to the side. "Where is the Nightshade base?" He smirked. "In Canada." "I mean here, you moron!" I yelled, raising my hands again. "Tell me what I want to know, or I'll tear you apart!" He scoffed. "Now, that I'd like to see." I balled my fists and placed one on top of the other, concentrating as I stared at him. Then I tightened my grip and started pulling them apart as he gasped, lifting off his feet.

“We’ll talk later.” I sighed and let myself fall onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I wasn’t alone in that house. Something—or someone—was watching me. Suddenly, I felt it. That strange sensation of being watched. I slowly sat up in bed, sharpening my hearing. A creak in the hallway? A whisper behind the door? My heart began to race. Then I saw it. Two yellow eyes glowed from the darkest corner of the room. A black shape moved within the shadows, and for a second, a shiver ran down my spine.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

Karen had heard the song more times than she cared to count since Purple Rain was released, and she was ready for Lauren to move on to a new obsession. Karen made a half pot of decaf coffee—she couldn’t handle caffeine at night anymore. She couldn’t even have a can of Tab after three p.m. or else she’d be staring at the ceiling, listening to the house settle while everyone else slept. And I might be up tonight anyway, because I think my child had some kind of psychic vision. Though that’s absurd. How else, though, could David have known about the bodies and Mrs. Schneider? It had to be a psychic experience.

Black as midnight. A phantom.