Castle In The Air Novel Novels & Stories

He moves to Anika, then to Cordelia, dropping the iron bands onto the stone floor with three loud thuds. “Move,” I order. We sprint through the narrow stone corridors of the east wing. The castle is a madhouse. Servants are throwing blankets into water troughs, and warriors are running toward the courtyard with leather buckets. We burst through the heavy oak double doors and hit the courtyard tarmac. The air outside smells entirely of burnt pine and scorched hair. The sky above the eastern ridge is completely black, choked with thick, rolling clouds of soot.

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.

“Only tread where I do. Do not. Make. Any. Mistakes.” They came to a large castle, quite the opposite of the Chamber of Duties but just as large - and daunting, black with a number of vultures sitting on its sky high roofing like the crowns of kings. Suddenly, an incisive chirrup pierced through the air. They'd been seen!

The fact that Cain could barely stand later was alarming, and the fact that I feel okay now is… suspicious. He was swaying on his feet so much that I had to ask him to catch some rest, which was also strange because I should be the one catching some rest. That knife would have slit my throat wide open if Cain didn’t move me at the last moment. “Alizadeh has been watching you.” My attention snaps back to Safira and I follow where her hand is pointed. The Raleigh Castle is a grand building. A marvelous work of architecture.With towering spires and open balconies.

Not just words spilling out this time. Scenes. Creatures. Hazards. One thick volume labeled CASTLE HAZARDS struck a stone, flipped open, and vomited a swarm of translucent, wailing shapes—castle ghosts, their eyes hollow, fingers like icicles. They shrieked and arrowed toward us in a ragged storm. Another book, NEON DRONE PATTERNS, burst against a fallen shelf. Drones extruded from the pages like wasps from a nest, metal bodies shining, eyes already lighting up with target locks.

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.

she asks. “Northeast corner of the castle,” he says. She turns and looks at the castle and shakes her head. “Of course he’d have it in his bedroom. I’ll see you on the other side,” she says, and takes off. I get on Bynjym’s back and he lifts up into the sky. ‘ATTACK!’ he bellows and as one, the dragons all fly toward the castle, blasting it with their fire.

Chapter — The Mothers of the Castle Aella POV Apparently, the castle could sense urgency. And desperation. Because the moment the thought fully formed in my mind—we need help, we need answers, we need to be ready—the library reacted. Books began moving. At first it was only one shelf. Then another. Then an entire section of the room shifted with elegant precision. Volumes slid free on their own, scrolls unrolled in midair, ladders glided across rails, and stacks of books floated from distant corners toward me like determined birds.

The sky above the city shimmered faintly. Not visible to human eyes. But to us— Ripples. Subtle. Like heat rising from stone. We descended carefully. One by one. Landing inside the courtyard of the caslte. The women dismounted shakily but safely. Vael exhaled hard beside me. “You felt that the whole way,” he muttered. “Yes.” Asher folded his wings slowly. “That wasn’t weather.” No. It wasn’t. I looked back at the gray sky. It didn’t feel like we had flown through open air.

They won’t ever understand. The next thing I know, we have parked up beside the castle. The red-purple hues of the sky crest over the dunes as I scan out through the wilderness, the heat itching my skin. The kids run inside as several guards come to help us with our bags. Cahya greets his brother at the gate as we walk inside the castle.