Romans & histoires The House Of Night

After a long time chat, they turned off the television, even without finishing the movie, they lazily walked to their rooms half awake. Nick found himself in Weston Hills High, he wondered what he was doing here at midnight. He was lying on the sports field then he sat up, staggering, as he headed towards the school gate. His muscles were so weak, that he found it difficult to carry his body. His visions were blurred, and he quivered when he heard the hissing of snakes and chirping of the birds. The whole school began to get covered by a thick black cloud, he heard a hysterical laugh that sent him down to the ground. He managed to stand back on his feet then a dagger struck him from behind,

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.

My beating roared in my temples as every creak of the house made me freeze. I reached the sprawling living room. Ledger stood with his back to me near the floor-to-ceiling windows. He wore only tailored black trousers, his muscular back and shoulders bare, the detailed ancient tattoo across his chest visible in the glass reflection. A glass of dark red liquid swirled in his hand. This was it. I crept closer, bare feet silent on the rug, heart hammering so hard I felt dizzy. For Roland. For the others. For every night he violated me while I slept. I raised the knife high, aiming for the base of his neck.

WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- It was deep in the night. Numerous wolves were creeping in the shadows of North Forest always not too close and not too far away from a lonely house on the outskirts of the city. Expertly avoiding one another some were pretending not to hear what had been happening on the other side of the window of that bedroom for hours, some couldn’t keep their mind off it.

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

A voice cackled in her head. Lily continued to take in the room. The room was quite large. Mahogany wood ran throughout, leading up to rich red walls. Bookcases were casually pressed against a few walls. It was practically a library. French doors led out to the balcony. In the center of the room was the bed she laid on. It was quite large, four pillars holding it together. Black satin sheets draped over the sides, a furry, wine colored blanket keeping her warm. There was another door, steam pouring out from the thin crack at the bottom. Lily assumed that was the bathroom.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

I’ve gagged him too—can’t have him yelling and attracting attention. The man’s stocky frame made it hard to carry him, but I managed, dragging him into the decrepit building that Asher uses for situations like this. The kill house is the definition of desolate. It’s a crumbling one-story structure in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rusted metal fences and patches of overgrown grass. The paint on the walls has peeled away, revealing uneven concrete stained with only God-knows-what.

Time seems to stand still as she collides into my unexpectant body sending us both to the floor in a heap. Tangled limbs. Tangled nightmares. The institution fades away only to be replaced with a little girl’s room. A small unicorn lamp is the only beacon of light in the bedroom. There isn’t much to illuminate. A small desk, bookshelf only half full of books and a few toys, along with a bed. A bed with a small shaking girl on it. A quilt pulled all the way up to the tip of her nose. Nothing but her eyes stick out, darting around the room, searching for something.