Castle Age Novels & Stories

Then he slowed before a massive gate made of what looked like black titanium, reinforced and clearly designed to keep people out. Or maybe to keep something in. The gate slid open silently, revealing a long, narrow bridge that stretched across the churning sea below. It looked almost impossibly delicate, suspended over that vast darkness. Asher sped across the bridge without hesitation, and I gripped the door handle despite myself. One wrong move and we’d plunge into those cold waters. But he navigated it with practiced ease, like he’d made this journey hundreds of times before. And then I saw it. A large Victorian-era castle perched dramatically on a very high rocky hill, all Gothic spires

Caine, John and the two other men they had with them, all tried to slip out quietly, but the party was coming to an end and there were people starting to show up everywhere. They stepped out of the study and looked from left to right. They were on the second floor hallway, looking down over the main living area of the castle. This place was oversized in every way. It looked like it had been built for giants. All the ceilings were two or three stories high, the doors were all heavy oak. They were giant and they were all carved with scenes that looked like they were taken straight from a very twisted story book.

I assumed their support for each other would be unwavering, but circumstances alter things. The castle's rogue attack is what caused Cairo to lose his parents. I observed the passage of time between the first attack and the second attack on Castro's parents, which happened two years later. While the boys were still teenagers, I didn't realize the full extent of the distance between them. When they became adults, I witnessed Cairo's betrayal of Castro, which seemed like the end for everyone as Castro descended into darkness.

She hit the foyer floor hard, rolling onto broken glass and wood, coughing up water till her throat felt raw. The chandelier dangled above, half smashed, spitting light across the wreckage. Roman climbed out after, heavy and dripping, his coat ripped open at the shoulder. He landed near, his hand brushing her back as he caught his balance, and it lingered—just a second, warm and scraped-up, enough to make her twitch. “Ezra’s out,” he rasped, scanning the shadows, gun still in his fist. His voice was wrecked but solid, like he’d seen worse and walked away.

“Don’t you recognize him? C’mon.” “What on earth are you doing Ash?” Kitty asks, springing up and attempting to drag Alastaire away. Alastaire, however, refuses to budge. “Whatever’s going on, I’m sure you three can sort it out on your own,” he says hurriedly, glancing nervously from Alix to Zee to me. “Really, we’re no one.” “Wait a second…” Alix says, the realization dawning on his face. “You’re… you’re the rock band guy… Aster Castiel-Kensington, right? From… Fable?”

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.

Oliver looked a lot like our mom too but I take after my dad. I let the tears fall off my face and I wanted to reach out to her but I couldn't I couldn't touch her I couldn't let her touch me so I reverted back to the window. "I know you're in there. I know you are there; you have to fight for me, Cassi. Please fight for me and come back; I need you. We need you" Her words hurt. I'm not in here anymore I don't know where the Casey they knew is anymore. Probably still in Africa. Maybe she died when her brother and bestfriend did.

How funny. Another carrige alighted Lucas Stephano. He is a reknown general in kastreg. Kastreg isn't one kingdom. It's a division of three kingdom combined. The Devon brothers handles Astere and Tyre so it's very huge. Above all, kastreg is the main or let's say lead kingdom recognising one king. To say..., since Ben Devon absence, his grandfather really did well in coordinating the people. But that doesn't mean that all the issues within the kingdom has been thoroughly handled.

He said possessively with a smile on his lips,Ales nodded to his words. She wanted to be his and him to be hers till the end of times.The car pulled off after a few minutes and accelerated on the smooth tarmac road. _______ They arrived at Ace's home after a six hour Alessandra knotted her eyebrows when she saw the gate guards dressed in military uniforms. Ales's heart pounded more wildly when she saw the old castle ahead of them. It was build by gem stones and it looked so beautiful when the faint light from the setting sun shone on it.

I smile at him, his aura has a gentleness to it that counter acts the dangerous side, making me feel safe. “Thank you, Hector” I say, before looking up at Vulcan. “Can we go to our room?” I ask, feeling extremely tired all of a sudden. “Of course, let's go my love” Vulcan says, taking my hand and leading us towards the left wing of the castle. The first thing I notice about the castle is how mediaeval it looks. The dark aesthetic of the place works with my mates personality. The old paintings and velvet drapes along with the old exposed brick makes me think of the gothic eara.