Castle Rackrent Novels & Stories

NORTH OREGON Castle is situated atop a hill, surrounded by trees. You can hear the howling wind and the flowing water from falls running into the river. The castle is made of gold, with expensive furnishings, decorative ornaments, and dazzling light throughout. Outside, you can see the blue skies and clouds as if they are in the palm of your hand. The cold breeze of the morning air soothes the senses. But not for Adhara. It has been almost a day since Jarckon and his men brought her to the castle. Jarckon believes that Adhara is conspiring with others who want to harm him.

“It’s him. Confirmed.” Declan stops pacing. I sit up straighter. “Where?” Declan asks, his voice low. Harvey turns one of the laptops toward us. On the screen, high-resolution satellite images show an isolated property in the Scottish Highlands. An old stone castle surrounded by mountains and a deep lake. The image is clear enough to show towers, reinforced walls, and a makeshift helipad at the back.

He noticed that she should be no older than fourteen and was wearing the School's uniform, in Ravenclaw's colors. "Hello, Miss..?" "Warren, Myrtle Warren." Erik said and received a reply from the ghostly girl. "... Miss Warren. My name is Erik Ravenclaw, and I am the castle's owner and Lord. I entered here because I was investigating the origin of the water running to the corridor. Do you know anything about it?" "Ravenclaw, as in house Ravenclaw?" The ghost of Myrtle Warren asked, ignoring Erik's question. "Exactly, Miss Warren. I am Lord Ravenclaw."

She was confused, but judging from the dark look on Samuel's face, she correctly guessed that something was wrong. "Who was the person who rented this place to you?" the officer asked. "It was… Samuel Tucker." "What is your relationship with him?" "I'm his sister-in-law." "Then, do you know that the appropriate market price for this apartment is 10,000 dollars a month? And yet, he rented it to you for only 300 a month for the past three years." Of course, Misty knew it. She knew that this was a very expensive area, and she was also well aware of the property prices here.

Sean had no children but he loved his niece and nephew with all his heart. The Russell castle at the outskirt of Paris was one of the most expensive properties in France. JRT had bought it 35yrs ago from a duke who was a close friend and renovated it. The castle was over 150yrs old and it was made up of rocks. The entire castle occupied about 5acres of land and it comprised of a lake and a lot of bushy and undeveloped lands.

Luke said as he took the envelope. “This way please,” she said and then led him across the polished, checkered floor of the Jeffersonburg castle. The seventeenth century castle had already changed ownership between two wealthy families from the time it was built but now, it was owned by a group known as “the Collective.” It had been renovated to look exactly what a seventeenth century, prestigious Gothic dwelling would look like. Luke opened the envelope and looked at the paper inside it. Courier-New font stared back at him. Password: Enter37

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX ALARIC’S POV I stared at Rowland, my jaw tight, my chest heavy like something had lodged itself there and refused to move. “Did she specify?” I asked quietly. Anthony hesitated. That pause alone told me everything. “Tell us how it happened,” I added, my voice colder now. “She claimed it was a burglary,” he said. “Said thieves broke into the royal treasury late at night.” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Wow. Nice.”

“J.M. Castle. Let's see if he's ever bought anything else.” Cassie's fingers moved frantically across the keys as our stomachs knotted, the list of items growing. Dog crates, syringes, disinfectant, chains… the creepy list grew until it was glaringly obvious that whoever J.M. Castle was, he was up to no good. “Where is the delivery address for these?” I asked Cassie as she pulled up the order. “Looks like it's some warehouse next to the docks here in London,” she snorted. “What did I tell you about this place?”

*** After passing through several forests, rivers and mountains, Ash and Archie and Lyla find the original location of Skarsgard Castle. Although at first they had difficulty capturing the original form of the all-black building, because it turned out that the castle was indeed shrouded in a thick spell from one of the ancestors who still existed in the Lyla Family's lineage. However, thanks to Lyla's ability, she managed to break the spell. And they could enter the territory of Skarsgard Castle uninterrupted and unhindered. And unexpectedly, every corner of the Victorian era building was not heavily guarded by any supernatural forces or creatures. It's quiet, like a building that hasn't bee