Black Fantasy Castle Novels & Stories

Thirty-eight "Master," a petite lady with a French braid entered, bowing to the man in a black cloak fearfully. The room was eerie, silent, and cold chill, which gave the lady cautious goosebumps. The man's fluttered eyelashes opened, showing his red demonic eyes as he rested on a throne-like chair. The castle he created for his subjects. A camouflage from fog which he used to build this castle underground by using black magic. If his subjects or followers could actually see beneath the camouflage was a crumbled abandoned mansion.

“I made them with my fire magic. They are programmed to obey whatever I say. You actually taught me how to use my fire magic like this Annitore. Come, there's so much I need to teach you about your fire magic.” That did not make her feel better. Inside the castle, the walls were covered in huge hanging pictures that moved. Flames crawled across. Two people kissed while burning. Annie shuddered. Belarie opened a window and Annie looked outside. They were in a castle. An actual medieval castle perched on the edge of a cliff. Below, she could see what looked like an enchanted forest—trees with mist swirling between them. She pressed a hand to her stomach. The baby kicked, fast and nervously.

A Huge red kingdom sitting in the middle of the ocean; it was large and grand and completely unreal. The pointy tops soared into the morning clouds. It was the type of structure you'd see in a children fairy tales. "How?" I asked in wonderment. We had reached the tip of the ocean and Maximus was on his phone talking angrily to someone "The blood castle is what it's known as. It was spelled by the darkest witch known so that it can only be seen by the blood drinkers" The guard with ashy blonde hair and scruffy face said. He was the only one to speak to me besides Maximus.

I had a feeling Castle Blackwood held deep, dark secrets beyond the careful glamour of its people and exterior… And that much, terrified the fuck out of me. What to do? What to fucking do?

When the first streak of their lances ended, I commanded the attack. When we leapt towards the insides of the castle with aim to strike Wengarthrian demons, we all felt the pull of unknown, novel and mysterious magic, which pushed us into the castle with warp-like speed. It is impossible to resist the urge to submit to this magic pull, and we were all drawn into the fortress. Macabantran fortress looks colossal, creepy and eldritch from the inside, although it is hard to seize its actual shape and size given that it is pitch black and dark within. All the demons of the Wengarthria, which were attacking us just seconds ago, withdrew in the darkness, disappearing from our sight in the next mom

I didn't have any human smell anymore as I transformed into a pure Angel so nobody doubted us. Galaxy suddenly raised her one hand then turning her head, she stated, “Look, this is the castle of Silver City. The most beautiful castle of the Underworld.” My eyes instantly looked in the direction. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was so beautiful and unexpected. A colossal castle made of shiny black stones and wonderful designs standing in front of my eyes, owning a vast area and reflecting its elegant and dominating aura. It was so beautiful and unearthly that I couldn’t look away from it for quite a long minute. My amazed expression broke by the whisper of Galaxy.

Adrian didn't speak a word further to me, not even when we arrived at the Wrath kingdom. Guess I had lost his interest now that I was feeling more myself. His arms were still tightly around me. I just ended my book when the castle of Wrath appeared in front of us. A huge, black castle stood in front of me. The building was even higher than Adrian's. But it missed the greenery around it, and instead the ground looked dead and dry. No animals were scattering about, except for the bats flying around the building. It looked all very depressing. We walked on, about halfway to the castle.

It was a stark contrast to the desolate ruins she had left behind. Amongst the city's architectural wonders were five distinct castles, each more magnificent than the last. These castles, with their towering spires and intricate carvings, stood as the guardians of the Demon City. Each castle had its own unique design, symbolizing different aspects of the demonic hierarchy and culture. The grandest of these castles, situated at the heart of the city, was their destination. Each castle seemed to pulse with a life of its own, the walls glowing faintly with the energy of the demon world.

I’d ask Kira for the details later. “I called you here for a couple of reasons. But, I’ll start with the first one: my castle was burglarized while we were in wolf territory.” A look of surprise graced her face and she pursed her lips. “Someone broke into Castle Belfonte? That’s something you don’t hear everyday. It’s almost impossible with your myriads of guards.” “That’s the problem. This castle is impenetrable.” She nodded in agreement. “Kira saw the person who broke in; it wasn’t a vampire, neither was it a human.”

Large gargoyles covered the roof's edge, glaring down at them. The castle had been built from a slick black rock that was only mined in Udril. It gave the castle an even more ominous presence. A grim-faced servant waited for them near the front doors, clothed in heavy white furs. The carriage slid to a halt and their door was opened.