Castle's Secret Stars Mga Nobela at Kwento

Brows faintly furrowed. One hand tightly clasping hers. The location tag wasn’t our bedroom. It was the private safehouse. The one place he once told me only I was allowed to enter. The place built for protection. For trust. Further down. My new house! He said it’s mine alone—a castle, just for me. The image showed a hillside villa overlooking the coast. White stone. High gates. Private security. A place I’d once admired casually— and been told it was “reserved for family use.”

Kai: The castle never truly sleeps. Even in the dead of night, or maybe morning now, judging by the pale hint of light straining against the horizon, Ashwyck breathes. The stones sigh. The shadows twitch. Secrets coil like smoke in every hallway, and if you know where to listen, you’ll catch them whispering back. I’ve always been good at listening. Finding everyone's deepest, darkest secrets is my specialty.

My gaze lifts to the hidden passage I hadn’t noticed before, masked by shadow, glamoured just enough to look like excess décor. Lazriel isn’t just alive. He’s inviting me backstage. Whatever secrets he’s uncovered? They’re dangerous enough that even imprisoned, he’s rewriting the script. The passage waits like it knows I’m coming. Once I slip the velvet panel aside, the noise of the castle vanishes, as if the walls themselves swallow sound out of loyalty to secrets. The air shifts, cooler, damp with old magic and stone that remembers too much. Torchlight flickers ahead, not enough to guide me comfortably. Lazriel would hate that.

"Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring." Luke’s gaze had already drifted. At the far end of the ice, near the player’s tunnel, a new figure had appeared. Castel "Cass" Castillo. He wasn't a girl, but he moved with a fluid, dangerous grace that made Luke’s inner wolf pace behind his ribs. Cass was wearing a jagged black jersey with a silver wolf-skull—the mark of the outcast clans from the Blackwood Haunted Mansion district. "That's him," Jax whispered, following Luke’s eyes. "The one you’ve been howling about at practice. Castel."

He is just doing what he does best; protecting. 0o0o0o0o When we finally return to Castle Rock, it is midday. The sun beats down on the white snow, reflecting it up into our eyes. Even though the sun shines, it is still mercilessly freezing cold. Cesar knows the secret entrance to the castle so he takes me that way, instead of entering through the front gates. He doesn't want the whole world to know that we have returned home. That would cause a ruckus in the villages, and that would draw the attention of Belle Chester and Pateros.

Their hair was messy and their faces still looked very flushed. Mark and Elena were sitting at the table. There was an old wooden box in front of them. “We found this buried near the old tree during the storm,” Mark said. “It has letters and photos from many years ago. Looks like family secrets.” Lila took Raven’s hand under the table and squeezed it. What would they find in that old box?

"Not many. That's not a normal kid. That's a Castell." Something in my chest goes tight, stupid and warm all at once. I hate it, because I know better. I've been waiting nineteen years to hear him talk about me like this. "So I'll cut to it." He folds his hands. "I'm coming to the opener." He drops the bombshell and my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "You're… what?" I choke.

Only the faintest rustle of leaves betrayed that someone had been there. Leila sat at the kitchen table, the note in front of her. The mask was the key, the note had said. And the castle was the lock. She hid the note in the small pocket inside her satchel. Leila Weinrich felt sleepy, exhausted, and frightened. Whatever that mysterious castle in Saxony was, and however it was tied to Christina, and the swirling storm of dangerous incidents she’d stumbled into, Leila was in no mood to think about it. She just wanted to see Tom. He came back in the morning, looking excited and slightly nervous. His clothes smelt of sweat and cigarette smoke. Leila fried two eggs and bacon and arranged an ap

The estate was a labyrinth of secrets, its halls whispering tales of power and peril long after the sun had set. In the dead of night, Castelle found herself in the sanctum of Kane’s private library, a room that felt more like a fortress than a refuge. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather and polished oak, the shelves towering like silent guardians over the space. A single desk lamp cast a narrow beam of light across the secure terminal Matteo had slipped her access to "just in case," its screen glowing like a beacon in the darkness. She sat perched on the edge of the chair, her fingers flying over the keys with a precision born of necessity, not curiosity.

Colton says as we all walk out of the small building. “There are some tunnels not far from here that lead straight to a secret room in the castle. Colton, Ryder and I are the only ones who know about that room. It’ll be empty when we get there. No one else knows about these tunnels so we don’t need to worry about getting found out.” Damon says. “It looks dead.” I suddenly say. “What?” Damon stops talking as tuns towards me.