Beckett Castle Novels & Stories

"Go. Be the King of the City again. I’ll see you for dinner at eight?" ​He finally relented, leaning down to give me a kiss that tasted like a goodbye I wasn't ready for. "Eight o'clock. Don't be late, or I'm coming to find you." ​I watched him leave, the heavy click of the penthouse door sounding like a starting pistol. I had exactly forty-five minutes to get to the Beckett Manor. ​The Beckett Manor wasn't just a house; it was a fortress of old money and cold secrets. I entered through the service gate, my head down, feeling the weight of the silver card in my pocket.

Valtarin was the perfect mixture of city life and nature, and somehow, I couldn’t stay awake long enough to see it. I’ve only seen pictures of this place, but they do not do it justice. Nymeria’s main castle was beautiful, but very outdated. It looked like we were trapped in time back in the 1700’s. Valtarin has modernized everything. The castle stood tall, with the same shape as ours, but the exterior wasn’t stucco. It was made of polished stones and had a beautiful clay-tiled roof. There was a large fountain out front with phenomenal, luscious greenery in the middle.

Nonetheless, her words had earned a chuckle from Magdalene, and that was enough to leave me content. “I need to leave for the capital, but I will be back in a few days,” Bea said, pulling away. “I shall come to see you as soon as I enter Portburgh. By then, I am certain that I will have secured a dark witch or warlock. In the meantime, please do me a favour. Go see the town.” “The town?” I frowned. “Yes, whenever you get the chance.” She finished. “Right, travel cases!” Bea said, turning to Magdalene, who nodded eagerly, giving me one last squeeze.

“Do me a favour, go and see if Becca is awake. I’d like to talk to her as well, though not unchaperoned.” Eithne had fallen asleep. It hurt to see her like this. That was why he hadn’t been able to speak at length to his sister. He vowed her time would come. The youngest of the girls was adamant she wanted to stay close to the castle. “I’ve offered the cottage to Hermione and Daffyd. She doesn’t have to return home and he shouldn’t become a miller just to please her father.” “That was kind of you, Becca,” he said. “Besides, Jocasta taught me a lot on her visits. Iain will need a helping hand around the house and maybe I can do a little of what she did in the district.”

15 October, 1345. Stormhold Castle, The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos. Prince Nicolas Alexander Tutton Fleeting images of his mother as the cold hand of death squeezed around her throat, floated in and out of his mind taunting him to try and save her. He tossed and turned on the cold stone floor of the cell Khasi had thrown him into. His mind spun and reeled with images that he tried to ignore but how could he, when his conscience kept reminding him how stupid he had been.

“Where is this castle? There is no castle anywhere in this county or the next.” Bess chuckled. “It would depend on what county you speak of,” she said with humor. “I am unfamiliar with where you came from, but I know very well where you are now. You are nestled in the Catskill Mountains just west of Monticello, New York near a little spoken of town called Honeyville. Master Rowan had this castle built well over a century ago as a place to lay his head when he was in this country. It is a lovely home with 44 rooms, 32 stairwells, 18 fireplaces and 21 chimneys, all hewn from hand-mixed reinforced concrete in a blend of medieval, Byzantine, and Gothic styles. When you are feeling better,

The hem of her dress reached the floor, but you could see the boots when she walked. “Let’s go kick some royal ass,” I said, and Falcon laughed and shook his head. “Hopefully, not yours,” he said, and I grinned. I sat in the back of one of the SUVs with Falcon and Tala next to me. I had opted for the Zetas to drive in the second car behind us, although Edmund and Ashton insisted on being with me. The castle was situated across Loch Eilean with dense forests surrounding it on all sides. It gave good coverage for patrolling wolves, although everyone permanently residing in Oban were wolves. My people, as Duncan called them.

Blossom POV After driving through the night, Dean and I arrive at his family's estate—a sprawling castle that has stood for nearly a millennium. Over the centuries, it has been furnished, refurbished, and expanded, adding layers of character to its ancient walls. The center tower, known as the "keep," boasts a spire that reaches toward the heavens, embodying a sense of reverence for the past. Inside the keep, an atrium is adorned with a magnificent staircase that spirals upward to the very top of the tower.

“Yes, you study your specific talent and how best to defend yourself with it. In magical enhancement, you’ll learn ways to increase your power.” “Ah, okay, I see.” Miles and I took a left, and standing outside the nearest door waiting for us, was Beckett. “Hey, Darling, fancy meeting you in a place like this,” Beckett said, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from Miles. “I’ll see you later, Kitten.” Miles leaned down, kissed my hand, and let me go, “She’s in your hands now, Beckett.” He added in facing Beckett now. “Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of our girl,” Beckett acknowledged Miles’ concern.

The flowers to the front of the castle seemed to grow in endless rows with some even growing on the sides of the establishment. It was large, it was beautiful and it was everything I would never have. I was so in awe of the castle that I didn't even notice as Sir John dragged me to the entrance the slave boys and maids waiting with their heads bowed as we walked past them. Sir John nodded as we approached the butler of the castle, who seemed to hold more power than even a nobleman like sir John himself.