Canvas The Castle Oblivion Novels & Stories

"That rode, they say, is haunted. You might see ghost there. Aren't you afraid?" What a dumb topic.But having a topic is better than having nothing at all! He looked at me with serious face. He's intimidating! I can't stand his stares so I just faced ahead. Then something caught my eye. In his streering wheel there is 'Villamorannas' attached. It's like a sticker. Does he work in that company? "A-Ahem, d-do you work for Villamorannas Company?" He looked at me with still serious eyes. Won't he stop?

Chapter 5: The Obsidian Court The Silver Crest border faded behind us, but the image of Alpha Colton dropping to his knees stayed burned into my mind. It was the first time in my life I hadn't felt like prey. Kaelen led me deep into the heart of the Deadwood Forest. The twisted trees eventually gave way to a massive clearing where a breathtaking castle made of polished obsidian rock towered into the gray sky. It was dark, beautiful, and imposing—just like its master.

I turn around slowly , holding my breath. The once abandoned and destroyed castle , the once dark gloomy underground town is buzzing with life. I am no longer in a cave – I am in this town and this town is up out under the sun. The castle is built up and is free from creepers – there are people walking around , soldiers on guard. I look at the castle and something about it looks so familiar, like I have seen it before. While scanning the castle I see it’s flag flying in the wind – and just like that I feel myself falling to my knees , ignoring all the pain as I feel it all coming back to me.

Not long after, she pushed open the door to the secret passage, left the secret base, got into Uriel's car, and headed back toward the Cromwell Group. Meanwhile, in a castle overseas. This building, known as Obsidian Castle, was the core stronghold of the Obsidian Gang. Only core members were allowed to enter. The outer walls were built from dark granite, covered in deep green ivy. Among the vines, one could vaguely see colorful bullet marks and knife scars—the medals left by secret confrontations.

Where had he been taken? Arth found himself lying on the stone floor. He sat up and looked around. His eyes climbed as an enormous castle rose—it soared so high that dark red clouds had covered its peak. Its walls were made of black glass, like obsidian. Arth swallowed hard in his throat as he sensed powerful auras coming from the castle. Darkness hid inside the large arch windows and everywhere around him. No light illuminated his vision but the yellow waterfall behind him.

, He asked when they started on the wheels. He was talking casually but Dayanne couldn't stop but look at him since he looked so hot in his position. His left arm was laid atop the open car window. The other arm lazily maneuvering the steering wheel. The shade of orange from the setting sun was on his side intensifying his well-cut jawline and cheekbones and the way his thick lashes hit his cheek.

"Go back to the Court, and you won't live through the night." A black, shadow-drawn carriage waited at the valley's edge. He practically shoved me inside. We took off, leaving the Eternal City behind. Through the window, I saw a massive castle built on a floating island. "Where are we?" "My private estate," Cassian said shortly. The inside was breathtakingly rich. Obsidian floors. Crystal chandeliers. Priceless antiques. But what stunned me most were the star charts on the walls. They were lost ancient celestial maps. Every single one was priceless.

"How did she know?" "Of course, I will know. I know every single detail about every single soul that steps into my territory. Are you cleared?" she asked from behind me. I turned to face her. "Definitely cleared," I replied, and as I reached for my plate, the name on it shimmered and vanished. It was temporary? How had it looked so clean and permanent moments before? Madame Evangeline was clearly more than just the owner of this secluded tavern. She seemed to be something far beyond anyone could ever imagine. I looked at her again, realizing I couldn't quite meet her gaze.

a man muttered as he looked at the other. “Ah, that’s right. I don’t really know what your obsession with Master Bree is, but it’s true he’d return anytime soon,” Evan replied in his usual cheerful tone as he also stared along with Felix, who seemed obsessed with the castle up ahead. This was a small village away from the outside world, oblivious to humans. This location was designed in a way that makes it impossible to be located by accident. At least no human would be crazy enough to start digging up information when they don’t even know anything exists in a place like this.

“They’re here! The outer gates are under attack!” My head snapped up. No. It couldn’t be. I sprinted out of the throne room before anyone could stop me. The heavy castle doors slammed open, and the cold night air hit me like a slap. And there he was. Caleb. He paced back and forth before the gates on a monstrous black horse, his rogue form twisted and grotesque. His eyes glowed red, his claws slick with blood. At his side stood Lola, her face pale but filled with hatred.