Castle Rackrent Novels & Stories

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.

I would say the industry wasn't fair to poor people . "Leah.. Come out now," the landlord was persistent. We were all half awake at this point. "Oh no, brother.. wake up...wake up .... Dad... wake up.. wake up..." I tapped all of them. It was chaotic. With the last ounce of confidence in me I opened the door to listen to the landlord yell about rent. "Good morninggg," we all said to the landlord simultaneously. "What's so good about the morning?" He snapped. "Pay your rents now! If you can't afford to pay there are rooms on the streets for the likes of you," he retorted.

Callista. The castle is humongous. We are parked in the inner courtyard, which is actually very lovely with a nice garden. There is a massive defensive talus surrounding the inner residence building, with a moat surrounding the whole area. The large gate is automated. There are four fortified towers at the four corners of the square talus, armed with, if my sight is reliable, machine guns. I am stunned at this; I did not know that the Rexellen pack actually had any need for machine guns of all things. But then again, what do I know of the Royals. The castle is very medieval, unlike any other old castle that is in the USA, which I find is rather peculiar. Had I not been worrying about my own

He hated every second of this hidden, broken existence. “We can’t do this,” Garrick muttered from across the fire. The old warrior’s voice was gravelly with exhaustion and doubt. “Ravencrest isn’t some border outpost we can raid for supplies. It’s a mountain fortress built into black rock with iron gates and thousands of trained wolves. They have the numbers. They have the strength. We attack them head-on and we’re marching into a slaughter.” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the cave like uneasy wind through dry leaves. A few heads nodded. Someone in the back coughed harshly.

STREET 666, House of Lamentation. Wow. Dude, this screams demon on so many levels. Matilda tapped the mailbox, her jaws cackling as her dangling eyes swayed merrily. “Welcome to your dorm house, girlie.” The clapping of the thunder around the gloomy castle gave-off a Halloween vibes. Cent realized that the hill where the castle was located was the only place on the island constantly shrouded with dark clouds and zaps of lightning. No amount of sunlight was able to penetrate the hill where the Halflings resided.

spoon shouted. "Yes, I must succeed!" Rain muttered. "Because I have no money and no place to live anymore." She smirked as she wiped the sweat. Rain had arrived at the top of the tower. She had to enter the room of Mr. Dauntess, the owner of the mysterious castle. Rain put her shoes back on and tidied up her clothes. "Wait! I feel like someone keeps talking to me." Rain snorted. "Was it just my feeling?" Rain stepped into Mr. Dauntess' room. Her pace slowed down. She saw an unusual sight. Down the hall to Mr. Dauntess's room were a lot of scratch marks. The walls were blackened and torn apart.

Closing the door behind her as they walked out onto the path, Gretchen said, "I hear you. I wish some of Daddy's Southern gentleman nonsense had rubbed off on me. He'd fit in well in a castle, but I don’t think I’m really cut out for all that.” Haldir hadn't told Gretchen about the warzone back on Earth and Gretchen had never seen the warlock reveal itself. She would never believe that her father could be capable of such things, so he said, "Yeah, he really would do well there. I’m sure you’ll fit right in, as well." Sliding her hand in his, Gretchen squeezed. "Alright, let's do this." When Haldir and Gretchen reappeared from the black mist of traveling, they stood before the Darke Castle. I

Adara spent all of her free time with Karani and Claire and according to them she made tremendous progress with her powers. Peter took us to see Castlewellan Castle and told us that it was now government owned but that it was built in the 1850’s by the Annesley family. We took a tour of the castle and it was impressive. I could see Adara was having the time of her life.

Tormund was back at the pack house acting like a lovesick pup for a woman he had literally thrown away, and every time I thought about the way he compared me to Kyla, I wanted to scream until my lungs gave out. ‘Focus, Vivica,’ Raven hissed in the back of my mind. ‘The witch doesn't like to be kept waiting, and we need that potion before the sun goes down.’ I pushed through a thicket of thorns and finally saw the small, crooked shack tucked away in the shadows of a weeping willow. This was where Clarence stayed when she wasn't traveling. She was a dark witch who didn't care about pack laws or morality as long as she was paid in gold or blood.

Great tip: listen to Niall Horan's everything comes back to you or Chris Brown's Lady in a Glass dress as you read this chapter. Big thanks to @4larkeh for your votes and everything. You inspire me and to everyone who votes and reads thank you so much. August 14, 1345. Stormhold Castle, The walled city of Rothwell, Capital of Myknos. Lady Odeya Katarina Black Odeya awoke to the sounds of someone snoring lightly beside her. She looked to see a head of blonde hair lying a little too close to her face.