The House Of Night Novels & Stories

The house was a sprawling, Victorian relic of my father’s own design, filled with dark corners and hallways that seemed to stretch into infinity whenever the sun dipped below the horizon. Tonight, the rain hammered against the glass with a rhythmic, percussive violence that served only to underscore the profound, hollow silence of the living space. My parents had left three hours ago for a charity gala, leaving me, at sixteen, to babysit the empty rooms.

This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie. I lay in bed that night hoping, listening for any sound that my human ear can hear. Waiting for there arrival. Slowly the hours tickle away and it is soon approaching dawn before I hear the first roar of the monsters as they all return home. I jump out of bed and race out into the backyard to see a sight I had not expected.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Bertha Mason had been a woman with no options, no voice, no path to freedom except through destruction. My body swayed as I staggered back to the bed, collapsing onto the thin, damp mattress. The ceiling spun above me, water stains twisting into grotesque shapes that seemed to watch me with hollow eyes. I closed my own eyes, preferring the darkness to those accusing stares. Sleep came in fragments, disjointed and shallow. Each time I drifted off, I was jolted awake by the house shifting above me—the creaks and groans of the old mansion stretching its bones. My heart began to synchronize with these sounds, as if the house and I were becoming one organism.

I saw the bedroom door closed with a slight slam that made me jump in surprise. With difficulty, I got down from the bed and leaned against my bedroom door to listen to them. I was curious what Adam and Catherine would discuss. But when I pressed my ear to the door, I heard Catherine screaming loudly. "Let me go! That hurts!" From her scream, I could picture Catherine's eyes blazing with rage. Her hands may have even been shaking as she glared sharply at Adam. That's how I remembered Catherine's angry outbursts. I listened again, now I could hear Adam's voice replying after a few silent seconds. I could make out Adam's low but trembling voice, like he was struggling hard to keep his anger fr

Blaine keeps on massaging his sore back cause by falling down earlier “The chief wanted me to check upon you. He said that you’ll probably stayed awake last night reviewing the documents” “Oh. But I didn’t got anything. I still didn’t find any clue regarding the Phantom Night” Phantom of the Night. Sihan City's most infamous murderer. He started murdering people six months ago, which is also when I started working as a detective in this city. There have already been ten murders since he began his killing spree. We never learn anything about his crimes because he don't have a killing pattern. His first target is a man in his twenties, the second is an elderly woman, the third is a high school

“What’s in that?” Emma’s good mood vanished as she turned solemn, “Blood.” She gulped looking queasy, “it’s for Damion if he is uninterested in the girls they bring him.” Yuck. Vampires were monsters and Damion just proved my view on them. “Can you help me move my stuff?” I shivered thinking of sleeping in the same room as Eric. Emma looked apologetic, “I heard. I’m sorry Val lucky for you Eric usually leaves at night.”

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

The Wrenley that spent lunches in the library or under a tree with a good book? Ben leaves and the rest of the night is promised to me. Adam takes a quick shower so I put on my pajamas and wander downstairs for a glass of water. The house is big and empty and quiet. The sounds of my footsteps are loud against the wood floors as I trace my previous steps to the kitchen. It's like being in a haunted mansion except the ghosts are replaced with werewolves. My eyes shift from the dark hallways to the black windows in anticipation. At any moment a rogue or evil mother-in-law will jump out and send me running for the bedroom like a child for their mother. I don't like being down here alone at night

That was made obvious by the continuous attacks the NightHunters did in our territory. Trying to get closer to our home. I saw the house as I did back then. Catching it in my mind’s eye as it looked when I’d skipped from the woods that morning. With an expansive wood deck on the front. Held by several pillars on the front. A large spanning house with a second level, showed we were pack royalty. It was the biggest house in the area. Impossible to miss. I wondered how hard it’d be to miss now. *** “Draven!” Lyra Lani had heard her mate enter the hut after guarding the wall all night.