Castle Dressed To Kill Novels & Stories

Ogra smiled at Cassia “I want to show you something. It’s inside the castle”. As they walked up to the castle entrance Cassia saw all of the incinerate ash spots of where her people had fallen in the courtyard. The sheer number of them was enough to break her heart. She could hear the echoes of their screams and the chaos. She quickened her pace before she was consumed by grief. Once inside of the charred castle, Ogra lead her to what was left of the great hall. The room must have been glorious in its splendor. Remnants of ornate sconces still were mounted on the walls. Two enormous paintings were mounted on opposite ends of the hall. One of those enormous paintings was of her mother and fat

Hence she inhaled deeply and nodded while keeping all those disturbing questions and theories to herself. Danielle cast an eerie look at the castle where she could see the huge windows lightened up with the golden lights and the black flags which had been fluttering due to the wind. The castle was not somewhere any commoner could intrude whenever he or she wished to. It was the home of alpha Cyrus Rhaziel who was notoriously known for choking people to the death with his bare hands.

And now… she'd not only lost him but maybe lost Kane completely too. ‎ ‎Kane stared at her for a long, tense beat. ‎“If I fucking want to kill him, I'll do it in the open not hide like a fucking coward Castelle.” ‎Then his voice dropped, low and final. ‎"Go." ‎Castelle's eyes welled with fresh tears. ‎ ‎"I said go, Castelle." His voice cracked slightly, but the finality was clear. ‎ ‎ ‎Castelle barely made it two steps before her legs gave out.

They only watched silently like predators waiting for permission to kill. As soon as Lucien got closer, Lockwood suddenly swooshed forward and stabbed Lucien several times without hesitation. I jolted in shock and rushed downstairs as the fight escalated instantly. The Draegors pack members clashed violently with Lockwood's pack. All I could hear while rushing down the stairs were the guttural roars of wolves and the horrifying sounds of bodies crashing against each other. But when I finally got downstairs, Lockwood and his pack had already been reduced to nothing. It was more like corpses flooding the entire yard.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

He ushered her to the balcony where they met Adeline. “Where is Coast?” Bella asked in anticipation to see her mate. “You will see him” Adeline answered. In less than a minute, they could hear screams and Adeline smiled about it. A huge black wolf ran towards the castle from the hospital. “Coast” Bella said recognizing Knight, Coast’s wolf. She watched him kill anything that was in his path including pack members who had nothing to do with him. By the time he got to the entrance of the castle, he was drained in blood and his fur was pitch black.

If he had shot the man, I told myself, at least he would have shown that he was not soft where it mattered. But he didn’t. Alberto goaded him. He attacked Castle’s pride, his family, and the mafia as an institution. But Castle still held his fire. That was when I stepped out, gun ready, and pressed the barrel to Castle’s temple. He froze, put his weapon down at Alberto’s command and raised both hands. I smelled his cologne and I inhaled deeply. I almost spoke but I kept still because my voice would give me away. If Castle recognized me by voice, everything would change and we couldn’t risk that.