Castle Dressed To Kill Novels & Stories

"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.

“Are we just going to kill ordinary pack members?” “No, the guards at the Dexter castle all of the dies tonight” “I’m with you bro, how do we kill them?” “Stab them, just the way my father was stabbed to death till his last breath we are going to stab every single one of them to death, it's midnight already let's go” I said and began to make my way to the car pack, “Where are you guys going?” We heard Beta Adonis voice as we were about to enter my car “Father we have to be somewhere”

“Are you underestimating me, Cass?” “That’s not it.” He closed his eyes for a brief second, as he pinched the tip of his nose, before meeting my gaze again. “We’re talking about someone that killed his Uncle, then hung his head in front of the castle. Everyone who’s on the late King’s side in the palace have been killed. Everyone there is walking on eggshells around him,” “You really are underestimating me.”

“I’m sorry for coming unannounced, but I wanted to discuss some things with you and it simply couldn’t wait.” “Welcome, Ellemea. Please have a seat. You are always welcome in Castle Belfonte.’’ She nodded and took a seat on the plush couch, legs crossed. ‘’You want a Scotch?’’ I asked. ‘’No, thank you.’’ ‘’Fine, then.’’ Zander poured me a glass. ‘’I’m sure you’ve heard the news making its way around North America. Two of my guards have been murdered and Sebastian was also murdered. The wolves are staging are attack.”

But they promised each other that no matter how busy they were they would always make time for each other. Alpha Killian was an ambitious upstart in the army of General Tom Harvey. For months, he had been planning a daring attack on Harvard Castle, a heavily fortified stronghold that had stood for centuries. He had assembled a small army of brave and loyal soldiers to join him in the assault, and now all that remained was to arm them for battle. He had carefully organised every last detail, and now the weapons of war were being distributed. As the soldiers began to fill their hands with deadly blades and swords, Killian looked on with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

And another. Cassius stumbled backward, his breath catching in his throat as the perimeter security was systematically, silently dismantled in seconds. From the pitch black shadows of the archway, a massive, heavily scarred figure stepped slowly into the blinding light of the chandeliers. His crisp white shirt was ruined. His hands were wrapped in dark tactical tape, dripping with fresh blood. His pitch black eyes were entirely consumed by a feral, apocalyptic hellfire. Lucian Sterling had arrived. And the King was ready to burn the castle to the ground.

Our journey would take us a considerable distance. We made it down two flights of stairs without seeing anyone. My heightened hearing allowed me to hear fighting on the ground floor which included snarls and gunshots and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the marble. The castle guards of Dante fought valiantly against the Council Elites who were trained as assassins. The fire door below us exploded open as we approached the second-floor landing. Three men in sleek silver armor rushed up the stairs. They carried short, curved swords that glowed faintly in the red light. Magic-laced steel.

Antonio says at once “She knows that killing one of our guards is akin to a war declaration and she went on to kill off the Head of our Army? Impossible!” “She killed him in close proximity,” Brandon points out. Before Antonio can refute, the sounds of hooves interrupt him. A party of men from the castle have arrived and leading them is Venus. Behind her is Ivan and her younger son, Oswald. Without a word, Venus storms towards the corpses. Her expression is stony and unreadable while Ivan and Oswal are mortified. They cannot believe their eyes at all. “What is this?” She shrieks at the crowd. “Who did this to our Knight?”

~ Audrey ~ “I’ll kill him for you if you want. Just say the word,” Caspian cracked his neck and knuckles in a sadistic manner. He didn’t look like he was joking, and Audrey trembled a little just by looking at him. “You’re not killing anyone,” Killian said sternly, his eyes fixed on Audrey. “No one is killing anyone,”

“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