All Chapters of TRAPPED IN THE DARK CASTLE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Oliver's POVDamn.That girl's face keeps haunting me. Her gaze, the way she begged me not to kill her, it's like a powerful spell that has trapped my mind.This is the first time I did not kill a human that I bought at the bar. I need blood; my body has been in so much pain from not feeding for the past two days.It's such a hassle to go back and buy another girl. Should I try to feed on Amy again?Yeah, that is the right choice.I then walked back to Amy's room. Faint screams could be heard from the foolish humans in the backyard; all of my members seemed to be feasting on fresh blood. I might have joined them if I weren't an immortal vampire.In times like this, I can only blame my ancestors for making a rule for us to only feed on girls. It isn't very pleasant.I broke into Amy's room; she was still in the corner, huddled in the same position I had left her earlier. Her sobbing could still be heard."You've been crying for two hours; you still haven't stopped?"I locked the door a

Amy's POV"If only King Oliver didn't protect you, I would have sucked your blood until it was dry."Ten people said that as they left the dining table. Since earlier, they had been staring at me like I was fresh meat amid a pack of lions."Two bread and three vegetable salads, don't forget to give me the heart of a black wolf."Oliver's voice startled me as I was clearing the table. I turned to him, and he looked fresh and not as pale as when he redeemed me at the bar last night. His hair was also brown, and his eyes had changed to bright green."What are you looking at? Do you want to break that plate again?" Oliver replied sharply to my gaze."I'm--I'm sorry, King Oliver.""I must admit, you're the first person who dared to look at King Oliver like that. You're a fearless human," Gina quipped, still laughing with her fangs still out since earlier."Amy, I want you to clean the entire castle. Don't leave any dust, even just a little bit. The members and I will go to the city, hunt f

Amy's POV"Where are you going, honey? You won't be able to beat us, hahaha!"Five men with a very repulsive smell and skinny bodies are surrounding me. I'm sure they're not members of this castle; I haven't seen them during breakfast earlier. Also, they look more like zombies than vampires."What do you want from me?""Hahaha! Everyone knows you're the prey in this castle. Do you think you can escape? Unfortunately, you'll never be able to leave. Your beautiful body must be drained of blood soon. Hahahaha!""No! Let me go!"I tried to resist when four of the five strange men started to touch me."Goodbye, pretty lady!"I could no longer scream when the long fangs and the face of the man next to me started to change like a monster. The only thing I remember now is my mother's face, who is already in heaven. Yes, maybe this is my way to meet her soon."AKH!"Suddenly, all five men screamed in unison. I opened my eyes and witnessed how Oliver released the head of one of the men and drop

AMY’S POVI Don’t Want to Step Into His Room AgainI stood in front of Oliver’s bedroom door for a long time—too long, probably—because the corridor had grown colder, as if the castle itself became impatient with my hesitation. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, no matter how tightly I pressed them against my skirt, and my heartbeat felt unsteady, like it couldn’t decide whether to scream or collapse. Every time I inhaled, the air tasted like dust, stone, and quiet threats lingering in the dark corners of the hall.“I don’t want to go in there,” I whispered to myself, though no one was listening. “Not after what happened. Not after what he did.”My chest tightened when memories washed over me—his fangs inches from my throat, the hunger in his eyes, the way my blood had dragged half the castle into a frenzy. Even if he had saved me afterward… even if he had carried me home from the forest like I was something breakable… that room still felt like a danger zone, a place where his control ha

AMY’S POVI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into the dining hall the next morning. The air felt heavier than usual, like the castle itself had grown suspicious of me. Shadows clung to the corners, and even the candles flickered in stiff, unnatural lines, as if trying to remain silent in Oliver’s presence.He sat at the head of the long black table—perfect posture, blank expression, fingers tapping against the carved wood as if he were counting the seconds until I walked in. The moment his eyes lifted to mine, my breath hitched. His gaze was sharp, unreadable, and far too intense.“Sit,” he commanded, his voice low, calm, but laced with something dangerous enough to make my heart jolt.I took a seat slowly, hands folded on my lap, trying not to show how nervous I was. The entire room felt colder, like every inch of space was tuned to his mood.He studied me in silence for several painfully long seconds.Then he spoke.“We need to establish new rules.”My stomach tightened