Castle Rackrent Novels & Stories

"I never went to school. This city taught me nearly everything I know." Nadia pointed out, "It did give you a unique magical skill set like cloaking spells and love potions. We might be dead by now if you didn’t know this place so well." "I think you’re giving me more credit than I deserve." Callie couldn’t hide her smile and she did feel lighter the rest of the way to the Duke’s Mansion. It was a large black brick house with a hundred rooms and rows of shuttered windows. The black oak door had a large iron knocker of a snake eating its own tail. Allocen renovated the house overtime and some of his cronies lived with him. There was no knowing how many of them were inside.

And then, when Rebecca had taken all she could with her, the man threw her into the street like she was just trash. “Don’t dare to come back if you don’t want to be killed!” When Rebecca felt strong enough to let that memory go away, she opened her eyes, watching the person who was about to come into their house. Not welcomed people gave them the morning greet. It was not the moment to be fragile, Rebecca knew that. At that moment she realized those three men who were stepping into their place were the same people she hadn’t paid the rent to. But that was something Daniel didn’t know, he had paid his part and that was all he could care of. She had been the irresponsible one who didn’t give t

"What?" "The sanctuary. The room. How much for the rent?" Cass finally looked up. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, red and raw. Luke ran a hand through his hair, turning away to hide the way his heart was hammering against his ribs. "Three ninety-five a month. Half the deposit tonight." "I have it," Cass said instantly. He reached for his bag, his hands shaking so hard he couldn't find the zipper. "I'll get it to you. I just—I can't go back to the Castillo estate. I can't."

I love Rack, but long ago he made the decision to live a life of violence and death. A few minutes after the doctor leaves, one of the last people I want to see enters the room. Moon’s imposing figure only ignites my anger again. I won’t deny he’s gorgeous. The ruthlessness that lurks inside does nothing to detract from his charisma. He looks at me with such intensity that I’m surprised when he speaks gently. “Carlo said he’ll remove the chest tube in two days. Knowing Rack, he’ll be up and around the same day. My wife, Maddison, and I would like you and your son to be our guests until Rack is able to leave.” I bite my lip to keep the words I want to say inside and respond as pleasantly as p

Large gargoyles covered the roof's edge, glaring down at them. The castle had been built from a slick black rock that was only mined in Udril. It gave the castle an even more ominous presence. A grim-faced servant waited for them near the front doors, clothed in heavy white furs. The carriage slid to a halt and their door was opened.

Cassandra was coming from the daily prayer, and Rene, after having one too many the previous night while celebrating a plum order of the Thieves Guild, had spent the night with a lady of the evening, and having paid for her services, was walking home. The weather was far from fine. The wind had brought clouds over from the sea, and rain was streaming down in torrents. Rene had to wait it out in a bakery, and after a couple of minutes, Cassandra ran in as well. She shook off the water, pulled off her drenched cape-and the necromancer froze. Cassandra wasn't a classic beauty. Her hair was bright red, her green eyes were slanted inwards, her pale skin was covered with a smattering of freckles a

he added. "Why?" Carter asked. "It's small, and the neighborhood wasn't good for a woman like Brienne," Raven said. "Send Dex and Flint in her place, and make them guard Brienne. I do not trust the owner, who easily gives the tenant's location without even looking at the ID," he added. "Sure, I will tell them," Carter said. He raised his hands and put the documents down. "Anyway, here's a document about that Jasper guy. Oh boy, you'll like it," he added and sat on the couch.

While a rattlesnake couldn't truly harm me, it stung like a bitch. "There it is." River nodded ahead. There was a real fucking black ass castle from medieval times sitting in the middle of a rain forest. Black wrought iron gates surrounded it and ravens circled above. "Maybe it is haunted." I shuddered, looking at the creepy house that seemed to lean to one side. "Afraid of ghost too?" Drake bumped my shoulder and I growled at him. "You're the one afraid ghost." I mumbled, quickly taking it back when Drake turned on me.

Then he adds: “As for rent... I can offer something better.” He pulls an old brass key from his coat and places it on the table. “One secret about this castle, in exchange for one secret about yourself.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll keep her alive while you brood in the dark.” Kael didn’t bite back. Instead, he gestured toward the grand staircase. “Second floor. My closet’s open. Clean yourself up.” Fenrak smirked. “Ah yes, the infamous Kael Draven closet. Two stories tall, filled with relics from kingdoms that don’t even exist anymore. I’ll be sure to pick something fashionable from your collection of dust and moths.” Rhea almost smiled despite herself. Fenrak, for all his arrogance, had a way of cutting tension with his sarcasm. Still, his swagger didn’t hide the limp in his step as he trudged up the staircase, muttering about “brands older than Ashwood itself.”