Black Fantasy Castle Novels & Stories

Demetria wondered how the dragons could live here since this desert could not provide enough food for anyone. - I am sure I will love it. - The girl replied with as much confidence as she could muster right now. They were getting closer, and Demetria could finally notice that it was a castle ahead of them. The colossal building had at least a dozen spiky towers, which looked like knives, pointing to the sky. Each had small windows that probably did not allow much of the light to get inside. This place looked gloomy from the outside but perhaps even worse inside. ~ Fancy, black prison.~ Elena said quietly, and Dematria had to agree with her wholeheartedly.

STREET 666, House of Lamentation. Wow. Dude, this screams demon on so many levels. Matilda tapped the mailbox, her jaws cackling as her dangling eyes swayed merrily. “Welcome to your dorm house, girlie.” The clapping of the thunder around the gloomy castle gave-off a Halloween vibes. Cent realized that the hill where the castle was located was the only place on the island constantly shrouded with dark clouds and zaps of lightning. No amount of sunlight was able to penetrate the hill where the Halflings resided.

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

Samael said in a mocking tone. Welcome back. I opened my eyes to a pitch-black world devoid of any sound or signs of life. Glancing to my left, my heart skipped a beat. There stood an enormous, black castle, emanating a gothic and gloomy aura. Its towering spires reached for the sky, with bats swirling around the highest points. It was the epitome of a haunted house, a place one would expect to find in Satan's realm. A perpetual mist seemed to envelop the surroundings, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Belle Rose knew that she would have an adventure while at the castle, and she sticks close to Fatima as they and everyone else had to walk around to the castle entrance. Belle Rose felt someone staring at her, and she didn't know who nor where the person is staring at her from. Annabelle gave the information and the drawing of the castle. Belle Rose place the information and the drawing of the castle in her backpack. Annabelle started the tour on the grounds, and they had lunch. Annabelle led the tour inside of the Hohenzollern castle, and Belle Rose felt something bad would happen.

Stillness. And in front of me, rising like something ripped from a horror movie set, was a castle. A massive, looming, gothic nightmare of a castle, complete with spiked towers, creeping ivy, and black stone that shimmered faintly in the twilight like it was made from obsidian and hate. “Oh. We’re doing this,” I muttered under my breath, hugging the cloak tighter around me. It still smelled like burnt air and ozone. “Of course the magic prison school is a fucking vampire mansion.”

It sounded stupid if you asked me but it was going to keep us alive in there. Axel led the way into the castle. I could tell he had been there before. This wasn't his first visit to the castle. Bree followed closely behind. The gate creaked open by itself. Because of course it did. “So,” I whispered. “You must be a pro at this. Any tips?” Axel glanced back. “Try to mask your fear. They can smell it in your blood.” As if on cue, something moved in the dark. It was fast. Then figures stepped out from the corners all dressed in black. Their eyes glowed red and they exposed fangs that looked like they had been sharpened by the bones of their victims.

Abram whispered to Nate, who nodded as he took in the castle interior. Alexa couldn’t wait to meet the demon master. She wanted to meet him and get this over with, so she can find Lucian in the supernatural realm. The castle looked similar to that of the human build castles. Only it was dark with a fiery glow coming from between crevices. The castle was bare of any decorations––there were no expensive chandeliers or furniture like they have seen in their world. The floor was bare of carpet and looked like a volcanic rock, even the castle walls looked like one.

Blair explained and held my left hand as we are ready to go. "Noted. Don't worry. I will just go home here if ever I'll be in any trouble. Let's go?" I replied, putting my phone in the right pocket of my black leather jacket. Well, all we are wearing are black, and it just seems like we look more vampiric. Gothic. Though I wanted to add some black makeup, I think we would look creepy as heck as if we were going to a Halloween party or scaring some kids. --- The half-moon at the horizon adds up the magnificence of the scattered clouds and fog all around the tall and vast castle by the hill, which exactly looks like what I imagine a vampires' castle would be. It's exceptionally astonishing.

Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad. “There is no time, princess. They are about to reach this place.” He grabbed her wrist, forcefully dragging her while she tried to struggle. “How dare you!” She yelled, yet gasped the moment she saw the dead—they were bloody, riddled with wounds and bite marks— approaching the passageway. What is happening? She wanted to ask but Falstad spoke of it before she could do so. “A man of dark magic has infiltrated the castle and has already turned most of the guards into this walking pile of death... I am sorry, princess, but we must leave now.”