Gothic

This should only be in fairy tales, I thought to myself as we got down from the limousine. The castle was straight out of a Gothic story. Its towering spires clawed at the darkening sky and was shrouded in an eerie mist that seemed to have settled over it for centuries. The black stone walls rose ominously from the earth, casting long, twisted shadows in the daylight.

"I know that look, it's ugly" King Magnus said with a chuckle, joining me to study the place.

"No, I wouldn't say that, more like Gothic" I said lamely trying to praise the place.

"Blackwater castle was built by the first Lycan King, King Grimwick. Not much has changed in the structure since then". He said, then turned to talk to the driver.

He must have mind-linked his pack members because just then three young men opened the heavy metal doors of the castle which creaked open with an eerie groan, as if warning us of its mysterious depths. The entrance was adorned with grotesque stone gargoyles, their twisted forms addin