The House Of Night Novels & Stories

And even this length of time after the event it was quite impossible for her to explain how she had very nearly ended up in his bed. The two of them... like animals… Her clothing half off, his hands on her body, her hands on his… Obscene, she reflected with a stab of revulsion. And had it not been for the noisy entrance of the chambermaid into the lounge next door to the bedroom, that disgusting incident might’ve gone considerably further than it had.

Under the night sky, castles and towers in the capital city of the Great North are strangely luminescent, glittering like the stars themselves, while the rest of the establishments are in the dark. Mayhem City is a combination of contradictions, the light and the dark, the rich and the poor, and the oppressor and the oppressed.

The house felt too small that night, like the walls were closing in with the weight of what was coming. Snow from the north trip still melted off our boots by the door, but the cold followed us inside. Vorath. The name sat in my gut like a stone. Nyx paced the living room with Aria in her arms. The little girl fussed, heat rising, eyes flickering with that empty black void flash. Kai slept in the playpen, his light dim, as if even he was tired of fighting.

Chapter 3 Brian We soon arrived at the Nightstar Howlers pack grounds and I had to say I was impressed. They had three pack houses, with the biggest in the middle. They were all four storeys tall with gorgeous Victorian design. "Care for a tour?" I nodded my head rapidly. I needed to explore these houses. It seemed like it had a lot to offer and that intrigued me. "I need to know more about these gorgeous houses." I said with a grin.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."

In front of us, there stood a huge two-storey modern house without any fence and with mostly glass walls as if thieves and other unexpected events don't bother them at all because the house really has no any kind of security. The house exteriors are mostly white and gray with a bit of black. Tall cedars are on both sides and the path towards the deeper part of the forest is just yards away. There are no lamp posts outside the house. Well, with their super vision, I don't think it's necessary. Vampires are considered as 'creatures of the night' so they sure could see even the faintest detail of their surroundings during nighttime. But I hope they have lights inside their home. "Are they all p

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man I saw in the window as a child right before the wolves charged out of nowhere to attack. Those wolves were as black as night with demon looking eyes. I shuddered, trying not to remember. That home had been the country estate of an ancestor from a long time ago. What darkness was connected to that decaying old house? Why did she feel like something is calling her to return? I decided to go to sleep and let my tears flow until the morning would come.

So the hill and the trees kept their time, and watched, and waited. And the man who’d brought the town back to life built a large house on the north end, a house that almost defied logic, huge and white and towering. Its upper windows glared at the hill but gazed benevolently down upon the creation of its owner—a productive, bustling paradise of workers. And from the hill, the daughter of three looked down at the dark-eyed princeling as he strolled about with sighs in his wake. She saw him, and she wanted him for her own.