Berserk Castle Novels & Stories

instant,’ I heard Leonidas link me. Lionel climes my mate as I try to move to clime Brut bends down and moves to his side to help me clime him, once we were on top of him, and secure Brut took off to his land as we arrived we were met with his guards who were waiting for him, as they bowed they were mind linked from Leonidas I presumed, as expected they allowed us to enter. The front of the Fenrisúlfr castle was painted in red brick, its metal bars were painted black, and the fence that surrounded the black walls was of silver, the wall was placed around the castle, and only one area was of wood which was the same place I had jumped to meet Leonidas those years ago, as we entered the flags

The screen shifted, rendering a 3D model of a massive, imposing stone fortress situated over a raging river of magical blue energy. LOCATION: THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. ZONE: LEVEL 50 PVP CONTESTED AREA. "There," Ren pointed at the digital fortress. "That is their Mobile Command Center. In the game, it's a Level 50 fortress that coordinates NPC guard patrols." Torque stared at the screen, completely lost. "What the hell am I looking at? What is an obsidian bastion? I need anti-tank weapons, not video games!" "You're going to get both," Ren said, turning to the cyborg warlord. The migraine was forgotten. He was back in the zone.

The girl said. “I am Sequoia” The girl said as she stretched her hand to Seris. “Like the strong and beautiful tree?” “Yes” she answered. “I am Seris" “Like the rare cherry tree?” “Yes.” Seris got to the front as she handed her slip as she was granted permission. Inside was more grand, of course it would be, it is straight out of a drawing. The castle was two, the floating castle which could be seen from outside and the land castle. They were huge, but the floating castle just extruded elegance.

​We cleared the mountain ridge, and the forest suddenly gave way to a massive chasm. ​Looming across the divide was the Obsidian Fortress. ​It was a huge, black castle carved directly into the side of a mountain. Green torches lined the dark walls. Below the castle, a massive subterranean city hummed with life. Thousands of wolves were training and working in metal foundries. This wasn't a messy group of outcasts; it was a hidden army waiting for a spark. ​Boran led me across a swaying rope bridge. The moment my feet touched the black stone of the courtyard, a dozen heavily armed warriors surrounded us with spears.

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.

These intricate embellishments depict scenes of the gods, including Ba’al himself, along the walls of the buildings that still stand proudly amidst the ruins. The merfolk swim through this labyrinth of grandeur and decay, their eyes drawn to the majestic castle that looms in the distance. As they urge their hippocampi forward, their steeds respond with renewed vigor, propelling them toward their destination at an accelerated pace. Within a matter of minutes, the castle comes into view, commanding an impressive space that spans 32 square miles.

She watched him float down as if he had an invincible parachute and he landed perfectly on one of the rocks. Baselroth sighed walking away briskly towards the castle. The demon guards at the castle's gate bowed once they saw her, and two of them lowered the gates for her to go through. A growling sound caught her attention causing her to shift her gaze to the beast which offered the growl. It looked like a lion, had the head of a cape buffalo, and two giant wings. "Sit down Kava!" Baselroth barked and the beast obeyed immediately. Inside the castle was grand. It looked exactly like a modern day house with living rooms, bedrooms, kitchen, study, library, music room, attic, basement…

And then, it comes into view. A fortress of a castle, dark and looming, emerges from the night, its towering walls standing firm against time itself. My mouth falls open in awe, my breath hitching as I take in the raw, breathtaking power of the structure before me. Built of stones in varying sizes and shapes, each piece unique, the fortress appears black from a distance. But as we move closer, the subtle interplay of colours—a mosaic of darkened greys and humble browns—reveals itself amid the sea of deep green that surrounds it.

"My mate wants me to go to the boss of their dirty wife-swapping business. I heard he's very cruel. No woman is the same after coming back from his chambers." The mention of Boss caused Vera's breathing to falter. She grasped Luna Berta's hands tightly and leaned in. "Boss? Who is this boss?" Vera asked, trying not to sound desperate. "I don't know. I just heard that he resides in the Royal Castle." Luna Berta directed her gaze to the front. Vera's eyes followed suit. The Royal Castle was visible from the terrace. It looked unreal in the falling snow. Its tall towers and pointed turrets rose high, disappearing into soft clouds. The snow over its stony walls looked like a white veil, making i

There was nothing in front of us. “Back of the castle. It was built into the rock. Most castles are on the coast, right? This one is just a bit more ‘on the coast’ than normal” Lise shrugged, looking around. “We need to get to the front of the castle” she decided “But won’t all the fighting be going on there?” “Yes. But it’s Rasmus and Lars doing the fighting” I gulped.