Castle Dressed To Kill Novels & Stories

“If ye need someone followed, I’ve a few suppliers who owe me favours. They ken better than tae refuse me.” Mr. Sterling adjusted his cufflinks with the precision of a man who could slit a throat without wrinkling his shirt. “And I shall ensure the castle security is impenetrable. No one gets in or out without my knowing.” Saoirse leaned on the doorway, a faint grin on her lips. “If ye need tae chase someone across country, I’ll keep the horses warmed up an’ ready. Can’t outrun a beast with four legs.” I pushed my chair back, standing so I could meet every single one of their eyes. “Alright. Go do what ye do best. Whoever’s behind this…” My voice dropped low, thick with steel. “…they’ve pick

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.

“But I’ve got a better plan.” How did she know my father’s plan? Or the fact that he’s still alive? She smiled wider. “I’m going to let your father kill Castle. Then I’ll kill you. Then I’ll kill your father. And when it’s all done, the throne’s mine.” For the first time in days, I laughed. “You’re out of your mind,” I muttered. “Even if you somehow managed to pull that off, Castle’s men would riot. They’d never take orders from you.”

Frost covered the edges of the stone walls, spreading outward like veins. “Keep close,” Gina said softly. “If she sees you alone, she’ll strike instantly.” I nodded, gripping the dagger Sean had left behind during the previous attack. It felt heavier than before, but I refused to release it. The castle trembled again. This time, the sound was unmistakable. Laughter. Bernatta’s. Cruel, sharp, echoing through every hall. I froze mid-step, the sound worming its way down my spine. Gina grabbed my arm to steady me, her jaw tight with tension.

Stella uncrossed her legs, reaching for the book, before an audible sigh escaped her lips, “If he is to mark you and then you complete the process, his power will feed off of yours. He’ll be essentially unstoppable.” “That’s not fucking happening,” Elliot growled, startling me, “I’ll kill him with my bare hands before he forces you into some fucked up relationship.” I could feel Elliot’s anger seeping into my skin. Our eyes met, and his were black as the night. Shadows were cast beneath his eyes from the depth of the darkness in his icy stare. For the first time since I’d met Elliot; He truly looked dangerous. “Cassius will stop at nothing to achieve power. He has been hunting your family fo

She studies him like a weapon deciding whether a target is worth the bullet. “If I expose this,” she says, “your entire structure collapses.” “Yes.” “If I kill you,” she adds calmly, “the truth dies with you.” “Yes.” “And if I keep you alive?” Shepherd inclines his head. “Then you decide what survives.” She turns away, staring out at the city. “I was never meant to come back,” she says. “No,” Shepherd agrees. “You were meant to be reclaimed.” She looks over her shoulder. “You failed.” “Yes.”