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“If Bunny lost his eyebrows again, we are not calling that an emergency.” “Not Bunny.” Sebastian looked at the tablet in her hand. “What?” Poppy immediately turned on the screen and nearly pressed the thing into her father’s face. “This.” Sebastian pulled the tablet back a few inches to preserve his retinas. I looked at the screen from where I was standing. Princess castle. And not just any princess castle either. The thing was dusty pink, white, and gold, with four floors, tiny towers, a plastic elevator, a ballroom, a stable, lights that actually worked, and enough accessories to make one adult lose faith in capitalism.

As soon as Alinta got out of the car, she froze at the sight before her. It was a large grey medieval castle from the eleven hundreds, standing majestically before them. Her eyes glittered in awe at the historical piece of architecture before her; she so badly wanted to take pictures and sightsee. "Beautiful, isn't it, my darling? This is the castle of Axel Triggs, the last of the Cobalt Lupus Bellatores," Bellinor explained, holding his treasure close to him.

Al had already gone back to stealing popcorn, completely unaware that he had just tossed a grenade into the living room. Rafael looked at him. Then at me. I forced a smile. “My list of disappointments is very inclusive.” His gaze stayed on my face a little longer than I liked, but then Gabby suddenly clapped her hands. “Done!” She threw both hands into the air like she had personally completed construction on Versailles. The castle stood in the middle of the rug, huge and ridiculous with pink towers, a black bridge, a horse on the balcony, a tiny runway for the whale shark, and a queen standing at the highest point.

I could see their bravery blooming, muscles coiling with readiness, tails flicking with anticipation. Then came the real test. A mock ambush, designed to simulate Rylan’s cunning attacks. Shadows moved in the treeline, claws brushing leaves, eyes glinting. I pressed a paw against the nearest young Omega. “Now,” I whispered. “Move as one. Protect each other. Trust your instincts.” Chaos erupted. Shadows lunged, claws flashing, teeth baring. The young Omegas reacted instantly, dodging, striking, coordinating under Nova’s guidance. I pressed forward, amber eyes sharp, muscles coiled, intercepting attackers, guiding movements, keeping them safe.

But here, a bunch of vines with numerous, black leaves were snaking all over the place, probably hiding the view beyond. Lucas quickly moved and pulled Adeline behind his back. We exchanged a look and moved closer to the trees. Heaving a massive breath, I grabbed a handful of vines and jerked them aside. I was on high alert, expecting an army of vampires waiting for us on the other side. But what we found was even better. I heard a bunch of gasps behind my back as we all saw a humongous castle perched higher in front of our eyes. Just like every other thing, it was all dark and gloomy. Castle. The place where they have captured Delilah.

The giant turned its dead eyes on the small Demon and gave a rotted grin and a small wave of his decayed hand. "Morning 'Kai." The giant returned his greeting before he continued his walking through the lava. "That's his second lap this morning." Felix chipped in as he stepped over a small three-step staircase to the next rocky landing. "Really now? He gets faster every year." Zalakai said almost proudly. A castle stood out against the fiery sky. The obsidian stonework shined in the light as it stood strong on a small mountain that overlooked a lake of lava. The iron gates squealed open, skeleton guards at the ready as they bypassed them and continued to follow the dirt trail up to the castl

It was a technique that I had perfected as an only child since I always stayed outside my house without a key. The door screeched open, I watched the staircase and saw no movement so I went into the room and closed the door without making a noise. The room was very spacious with a very large bed in the right corner, it had a desk against the wall and there was a wardrobe to the left. The only window was open and from there I could see my house and part of the road. The wall in front of me was covered with a white sheet and that was very strange, I could not help but notice it, I wanted to know what he was hiding but I was paralyzed when I saw on the desk an identical copy of my infamous doll

​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.

“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.

“What is it?” The messenger handed her a rolled parchment and she opened it, and then her eyes widened slightly. The leader noticed. “What happened?” Calista looked at the map inside, then slowly smiled, a dangerous smile, a victorious smile and the leader stepped closer. “What is it?” Without answering, Calista placed the parchment on the table, everyone gathered around and the room fell silent and then one of the masked figures whispered, “Impossible.” The leader stared at the drawing, not a drawing, a blueprint, an ancient blueprint, the tunnels beneath Cassian’s castle.