Castle Dressed To Kill Novels & Stories

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

"You fight like demons." "We are from another world," Ian smiled. "And we are here to take back what is ours." They attacked the dark castle. Ian fought with the strength of a hundred men. Ella used her kindness and her own psychic powers to heal and protect. They reached the throne room. Dark Cassius was there, old and evil. And next to him, a broken Elena, her eyes empty. "Look what I have," Dark Cassius laughed. "The Perfect Weapon." "NO!" Ian shouted. "She is not a weapon! She is family!"

"All of you, return to your quarters. Don't come out at all. If you do and you die, your blood is on your head." The servants bowed to him. Calhoun nodded once. He glanced at George and the man understood. Calhoun turned and marched out of the castle. Soon as he emerged, a hand came forward to grab him but he took out a dagger and stabbed the hand. Two seconds and the man dropped dead, his eyes melting out of their sockets. The other Fraco soldiers who had seen what happened began to retreat slowly. Jasyn noticed that the ones who had managed to get into the castle had returned and he got furious.

Khalid snickered as I stormed down the stairs cursing under my breath in Spanish about stupid bitches. “Certain females need to get their heads out of their asses and accept their responsibilities. Let’s go. I’m in the mood to shed some blood.” I scoffed, storming out of the castle ahead of him. Khalid was right on my heels as we went headfirst into battle. This time I wasn’t going to hold back. If you aren’t Silverclaw, then you are as good as dead. I want to end this mainly because the sooner we resolve the wolf issue here, the sooner we can get to killing Toño.

"You think just because you're my real sister, you can steal Clara's things? Kids from orphanages really have no manners. You're nothing compared to Clara." Every time Thea tried to defend herself, Clara's few tears stole everyone's attention. By the ninth time, when Clara announced her intention to seize Thea's fiancé, she had already given up. She packed her things, waiting for the bet to end so she could leave the Storme family. It was at this time that she found Leonard in an alley. He was lying in the rain with multiple bullet holes in his stomach. The torrent of blood he bled out stained the soles of her shoes crimson.

Anwen said every sibling. “Ask the assassin,” I demand, unable to take in the shape of what he’s saying. “If this is some conspiracy after the fact, the man won’t know to lie.” Floyd grimaces. “On my race to reach you, I heard rumor that the rogue Birsha died in the dungeon last night. “I’ll kill them!” Castor bellows. Mother already has a restraining hand on his arm, but she tightens it. “Peace, Castor. We cannot fight them here, not with our current numbers.”

Luca arrived with a confused look. “What’s wrong, Miss? Did Antonio ask me to watch over you?” Cassandra stepped closer with a serious expression, making Luca even more suspicious. “Luca… I need your help.” Luca immediately straightened up. “Is it serious?” “Very serious.” Cassandra nodded, trying to keep a straight face. Luca instinctively reached for his waist, checking if his gun was there. “Who do I need to kill? Just say the name.” Cassandra blinked. “…Huh? No one needs to die!”

Now, The Butcher stood there, staring at the shattered goods strewn across the floor, his face twitching violently. He had invested all his life savings into those goods, and they were now all destroyed! "Who's stupid enough to wreck my place?" Louis, still boiling with rage and with numbers on his side, didn't take him seriously at all. "Get lost! We're the Jorleton Castilles! We're only here to kill Darryl Bishop today. If you don't want to die, then scram!" "The Castilles?" the Butcher snarled. "I don't care who you are. You ruin my livelihood, I take your life!"

Someone tried to kill her and killed my child! ‘I know Zaikai, and I can only imagine the pain you’re in’ ‘I’m going to find who did this!’ ‘We will Zac, the castle has been put on lockdown as soon as we discovered her, no one has left, we will find them,’ ‘There isn’t a punishment fit for what they have done!’ ‘It will be taken care of,’ ‘It’s treason what they did!’ ‘Oh! How so?’ ‘Someone killed my heir,’ ‘Yes, but that wasn’t common knowledge, it’s what the celebration was for we were going to announce it;’

Eyes wild. "You do not leave until I get what I want!" He fired. The bullet hit Victor. Chest. Fatal. He collapsed. Coughing blood. Dying. "No!" I screamed. Colt fired back. Hit Castellano in the shoulder. He stumbled. Dropped his gun. Morrison appeared. With a dozen agents. Surrounding Castellano. "Richard Castellano, you are under arrest for murder. Kidnapping. Attempted murder. Corruption. And about fifty other charges." Morrison smiled. "And we got it all on camera. Hidden cameras throughout the estate. Every word. Every confession. Every crime."