A Castle For Christmas 2 Novels & Stories

"Well, I'm glad you didn't. Come on, let me help with your bags. You're going to love this place. Dad really outdid himself with the Christmas decorations this year." We grabbed my luggage and headed inside. The moment I stepped through the door, warmth enveloped me. Not just from the heating, but from the house itself. Wood beams stretched across high ceilings. A massive stone fireplace dominated one wall, already crackling with a fire. Garland wrapped around the staircase railing, twinkling with little white lights. "This is incredible," I said, and meant it. "Right? Dad designed it himself. Took like three years to build. Come on, I'll give you the tour."

*** Still in the Astral plane *** Xander and his dad arrive at the edge of the cliff and stare at a splendid castle seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Xander is quite shocked at the sight of such a grand edifice in such an unlikely place. It has a medieval look to it, almost gothic actually. It is surrounded by a huge fence with lots of evenly spaced undead archers on top of the wall. Around the castle is a large moat teeming with large crocodiles. Where exactly is this?

I met Devin at the castle's main entrance, marveling at how the young wolf seemed impervious to the cold in her light jacket. "Ready for the grand tour?" Devin asked, bouncing on her toes. I nodded, pulling my borrowed down coat and woolen scarf tighter around me. "Lead the way." We set off, Devin's steady stream of commentary painting a vivid picture of life in Winterspire. As we walked, I couldn't help but be awed by the castle's architecture. Soaring towers of pale gray stone stretched toward the sky, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns of frost. Massive windows of what appeared to be ice rather than glass caught the sunlight, sending rainbows dancing across the snow.

He'd been meticulous, checking every tag. "You didn't peek, did you?" I asked, settling onto the couch. "No! Santa said peeking means no presents next year!" "Smart man, that Santa," Braham murmured, sitting beside me. The next hour was chaos in the best way. Leo tore through his presents with the enthusiasm of a small tornado—dragon toys, art supplies, books, the elaborate castle set Braham had spent three hours assembling on Christmas Eve while Leo slept. "This is the BEST Christmas EVER!" Leo announced, already building his castle.

Callista. The castle is humongous. We are parked in the inner courtyard, which is actually very lovely with a nice garden. There is a massive defensive talus surrounding the inner residence building, with a moat surrounding the whole area. The large gate is automated. There are four fortified towers at the four corners of the square talus, armed with, if my sight is reliable, machine guns. I am stunned at this; I did not know that the Rexellen pack actually had any need for machine guns of all things. But then again, what do I know of the Royals. The castle is very medieval, unlike any other old castle that is in the USA, which I find is rather peculiar. Had I not been worrying about my own

Cassandra and Allana will pay for taking my childhood away from me, and they will never get the chance to get their filthy hands on my child. Xavier's castle looms in the distance; the grey stones blend into the stormy grey clouds in the sky behind it. Dark green moss grows along the walls surrounding the castle grounds; I can make out the guards standing on top of the walls, peering down at us. Each corner of the wall meets a tower; slits in the walls look like windows; this place looks cold and unfeeling, and it feels like it. As we walk closer to the castle, Xavier raises an arm in the air; chains rattle as the gates open, and he motions for us to follow him inside. Skyla hooks her arm th

Julia I stand back and watch Riley and Nina put the final touches on the Christmas tree, and then he pulls out a Christmas angel to sit on the top. "Would you like to put this on the top of the tree, Princess?" Nina is still bouncing on her toes. I swear the girl hasn’t stopped since she found out that we had the tree.

Each chair has a snowflake or snowman cover with a red ribbon tied into a bow at the back of the chair. The top of the island had a long runner. It looked like the front of Santa's suit. White on the ends as the fur, then red velvet for his suit, and a black belt in the middle. There was a candle set on top of the runner and a small 3 foot tree at the end of the island. I was in love with this kitchen. The window in front of the sink had a beautiful view of the woods. "So, what do you think so far?" my mom asked me.

Kate asked as she stepped aside and motioned for them to follow her. The girls all just kind of looked at each other for a second and then Joy shrugged her shoulders and said, "what the hell," and they all decided to follow. They chatted among themselves as they were led down to the back entrance of the castle where a carriage was waiting for them. The girls almost fainted when they saw it. It was an old Transylvanian style covered carriage. It was gloss black with all gold trim and it was being pulled by a quad team of the biggest, blackest, and most perfect Fresian horses that they had ever laid eyes on. Everything was perfect, right down to the coachmen.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!