Castles Crumbling Novels & Stories

Technically, as long as we didn’t pass him, the Second Guardian hadn’t failed in his duty. The castle had the four towers we’d seen from the edge of the forest, tall and imposing, but the rest was seriously dilapidated. It looked like a ruin that had been left to slowly rot and crumble over many centuries, or a particularly rough weekend. Walls had fallen and there was no roof to speak of. And then there were all the skulls. “I’m not very keen on the decor,” muttered Dudley. “Yeah,” said Maurice. “They look like human skulls. Small humans.”

Ramone calls, grabbing my arm as I take in the scene one last time. Nodding, I follow the irritating prince out of the building and into the night beyond. All around us, bodies litter the grounds, but they don’t belong to any of Donald’s women. No, they belonged to the bastard king, and by the looks of it, the ladies had a great time with them. As my eyes sweep the area, the earth begins to shake as the remnants of the castle crash to the ground. Debris and smoke fly towards us, blocking our vision for a moment. When it finally settles, nothing remains, only rubble.

When Adrian’s group finally arrived at Purecastle, they were struck by the sight before them. The once grand castle had transformed beyond recognition. Countless dark energies enveloped the ruins and eerie tentacle-like vines had begun to grow in the deep cracks. These vines seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting in a chilling manner. "What in the world are these things?" Orson exclaimed.

“You will not speak about her.” “Why?” Darius asked mockingly. “Afraid she’ll realize how much you failed?” The temperature in the corridor dropped instantly. Lyra frowned. Failed? Before she could ask, another violent tremor shook the prison halls. Dust rained heavily from the ceiling. One of the guards pressed a hand to the wall, eyes widening. “The lower foundations are collapsing.” Kael cursed softly. The Bloodfang attack was damaging the castle faster than expected. “We’re leaving,” he ordered immediately.

she put a sharp glint at him. Her answer made him blowing out a long deep breath. In the castle, Celestine could see the wind blowing out some old leaves, scattered on the ground, the castle was quite out of maintenance. The castle manager so far had fired more than fifties employees because of their financial crisis. The number of people working inside the castle were limited though they still welcomed number of families some sufficient accommodating things who just lost of their wealth because of King Othello’s new policies. “I am pissed off.” Celestine rose from her seat. “He’s really freaky old womanizer.” She crossed her arms, looking out the window of the castle.

"That Rabbit... I don't know what's happening." "Val, calm down!" She said. "What about statue? It's still there!" I frowned and looked back. It's still there. "It cracked, I swear!" I looked at her. "Yes, so what?... It's very old piece, my dad got it from an exhibition... Slight touch can make it crack... Why are you so scared of it?" She chuckled. "And that creepy castle?" I looked back. "It's our old property... They are going to break it down soon... No one comes here as there are so many wild animals..."

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.

I clear rubble that has settled into configurations so stable it seems like the ruins themselves resist my efforts. The work is backbreaking, soul-crushing and endless. For every beam I manage to set back into its proper frame, two more seem to shift out of place. For every section of wall I rebuild, another develops cracks. The castle fights me at every turn, as if it knows what I have become and judges me unworthy of restoration.

SAINT PETER’S CASTLE "What the fuck?!!!" he spat, struggling against the restraints. The wind whispered through the shattered windows of Saint Peter’s Castle, carrying ash and the lingering scent of soot. The abandoned church had once echoed with hymns; now, it bore only silence and cruelty. Its walls were charred from an old fire, the once holy stone floor now stained black, cracked and flaking beneath heavy footsteps.

Everyone looked unto the sky's, as the rumbles heartened sounding like the sky was about to tear in two, a heavy gust of wind blew, so thick and harsh, it scared everyone present. The fog was lifted with Caelan death and the people began running about as the heavy threw things off their places. Declan knew what was coming everyone knew.. The sacrifice wasn't made, Thaross wasn't given his food and so he was here to destroy. And slowly, the castle cracked, breaking and collapsing as he rose. Tharros, right from underneath the castle.. And a mob of souls floated through the air into his mouth to grace his presence.