Novel & Cerita Castle Dressed To Kill

But alive. And I had nothing left to give. Draven's gold eyes fixed on me. "Your turn." He stepped over Kael's body. Walked straight toward me. I tried to move. Couldn't. My legs wouldn't respond. So drained. This was it. This was how I died. Then someone stepped between us. Castor. Shifted to wolf form. Teeth bared. "You want her?" he growled. "You must go through me." Draven laughed. "Gladly." They clashed. Castor fought hard. Brave. But outmatched.

“May, did you really think I wouldn’t find out that you’re working with the Black Dragon now? You’re baiting me. If so, I’ll play your game. The Black Dragon must die this time.” James did not know that the Dark Castle had sent out 10 of their best assassins. They were on their way to Cansington to kill him. James returned to the Callahans’. As soon as he entered, he saw Thea with a stony expression on her face.

Dark curiosity spiked through me as I asked, “Attack? What attack?” “I’m surprised you didn’t wake up,” the younger maid answered in a hushed voice as she helped me out of my robe. “A group of rebels broke into the castle last night and killed some of the guards. They butchered five of our warriors, if you can believe it. Wounded the Alpha King, too. One put a knife right through his arm! It was a bloodbath!”

Mallory cried. Belarie raised his hand, the fire already forming. Katherine made a sound that had no name. "Please... please let him go." Dante's eyes squeezed shut. Killian lunged forward with nothing but his body and his love for his brother— And then a bomb blast went off. The castle exploded. A grenade came from nowhere and detonated with a percussive crack that shook the floor beneath them. Smoke poured out in thick, choking waves, white and blinding, filling the room from floor to ceiling in seconds.

~Casper's POV~ “CASTOR, FOR CHRIST SAKE, don't listen to this him,” Scarlett begs, her voice laced with desperation, but Castor just rolls his eyes at her pleas. He fixes his steely gaze on me, and time slows down as he begins folding his sleeves up like a boss. After he's done, he cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing through the air like a challenge. “I dare you to repeat what you said, you punk,” he sneers.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

I can honestly say that I was so terrified that I almost made me pull the trigger on her father. "I'm waiting, Lord Bane," Victor mocked, his arms crossed over his chest while his shooters watched. "Does the head of the Valak family have the courage to open that door, or are we going back to the bloodbath?" I forced my face into a mask of total, unbothered stone. A bloodbath would do no good to anyone. I lowered my rifle by a fraction of an inch, my eyes shifting from Victor to Nathaniel. If this was the only way it could be done.

"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.

Her gaze locked on the tattoo, and her face went deathly pale. “Looks familiar?” I asked, my voice low. She nodded desperately, over and over, then slowly looked up at me. Pure dread filled her eyes. “He’s not the same person,” she whispered, still staring at the photo. “He’s not?” I asked, confused. “Yes… He is Damien Vale but… a different Damien Vale.” Her voice shook violently. “And… it’s the same tattoo from the cartel clique I told you about. My mom’s Damien didn’t have that.”

"Remember seven years ago? I took a bullet for you, bleeding out on the floor, and you just picked up Lena's call and walked away." The painkiller was fading, and I pushed through the pain, stepping closer to him. "Then there's William. Halfway around the world, he called and walked me through removing the bullet without any pain meds." "Why are you bringing this up?" Nolan stepped back, his eyes betraying a hint of panic. I could not help but laugh. "Oh, no reason. Just thought you should know that the woman you see as disposable is someone else's treasured Principessa." With that, William's crew had the whole banquet hall on lockdown.