Castles Crumbling Novels & Stories

Please, he begged to the Moon Goddess, please let them be safe. As the fog thinned more and more, the castles’ surrounding and details became more prominent than before. Eerie dead trees surrounded the area of the clearing and around the castles walls, dead thorny bushes lay around the trees roots, the steps leading up to the front stone door which had the top half destroyed, broken to almost nothing. Brown wilting vines had crawled up the walls to the crumbling, old tiles on the roof, some vines worming their way into visible cracks in the walls and just barely covering the patches of moss which were scattered all over the castle walls. It seems the only living things inside this place are

His fangs grew out of place as he prepared to protect himself and his friends from any harm that may come their way. The castle was a couple of yards away now. They could see the old charred stone walls, which were black and crusty like the pathway beneath their feet. Hazel looked to the far left, where she saw the aged portcullis hanging rusted and dull. The vestiges of a stable stood rotten and disused, and tarnished leather saddles lay propped against the decayed fragments of a wall. "They are all gone!" Cedella was in pain. "The Pegasuses are all gone."

Her trembling body leaned against the door, no longer able to support herself on her shaky legs. "ANYONE HERE! SAVE ME! P-please s-save m-me" Her voice merged into whisper at last, feeling her hopes getting crushed. Hiccups were leaving her mouth continously. Her body flinched hearing playful whistles from her behind. "Done with your adventure, baby?" Edward chuckled, sauntering down the staircase with taunting smirk, his hands dipped inside his pockets, buttons of his shirts open yet the navy blue shirt was on, giving peak to his toned chest.

Their faces told a story of misery though. I walked around our car to stand by Troy’s side and tried to take in the sheer size of the castle. It was massive, three times the size of the mansion in Haverton, but on this side of the wall it was a little sad and disappointing. I expected beautiful, landscaped gardens, large water features, horses clip-clopping on cobbled pathways. Not this drab, vast, nothingness. Maybe it looked better in the daylight. “I told you this place is crumbling,” Troy said.

The escape from the Glacial Spire was a descent into a nightmare of falling ice and screaming wolves. The city of Crystalia, once the shimmering jewel of the North, was literally melting before our eyes. Without the High King’s ancient magic to anchor the enchanted frost, the grand spires were becoming brittle, groaning under the weight of a thousand years of history before shattering into lethal shards.

The students were not happy with the latest response of the management to critical cases on the citadel. The exams came and were going smoothly till the day of economics. The cultists were furious with the head boy whom they referred to as wicked by covering his booklet with all his body to the point they couldn’t even see his paper. The cultists raised a disruption to the exam by tearing the paper of the head boy and other boys who are in the same chain. The teachers were irritated by the acts and bounced on the boys causing injuries to them. The economics exams were later taken after an additional week of exams was added to the exam weeks.

“Georgia was never good for you. She made you weak.” “She made me human,” I shot back. Thunder rattled the windows. The chandelier shook, spreading shards of light across the carpet. Mary clutched her glass like a shield. My mother stood calm, regal, a queen sure of her justice. “You’ve always been dramatic,” she said. “This tantrum doesn’t change anything. Sign the papers, end this sham, and you can rebuild your life with someone worthy.” “I won’t sign anything,” I hissed. Her smile chilled me. “Then everything collapses. The board will vote you out. The press will bury you. And Georgia”

Just as the dome was slowly succumbing to the relentless forces of nature and time, so too was he succumbing to the relentless onslaught of despair. The supporting framework, once a sturdy lattice of steel beams, was rusting, the metal eaten away by the corrosive elements of the outside world. The once bright, gleaming surfaces were now a patchwork of orange and brown, the paint flaking away in thick chunks, revealing the corroded metal beneath. He could see areas where the structural integrity was visibly weakened, where the beams were bent and twisted, showing signs of severe stress. It was a slow, creeping collapse, a silent erosion of the very structure that protected him, a visual alleg

I’ve been up for days planning this, researching the castle, figuring out the movements of the staff and guards, and for what? It might be enough, I think, as I walk down the street, cutting between alleys and crossing intersections until I reach a run-down block of apartment buildings near the outskirts of town. There was once a great crystal castle built in this same area, overlooking the lake and valley where the new city of Moonrise now rests. Now, it’s nothing but rubble and the forest has taken it back, new growth trees bending in the wind as the storm funnels over the lake.

I asked Chase skeptically. "It was once a beautiful place. I'm afraid it seems to have withered with her soul." The earth around this emaciated castle was brown from neglect and the building itself was overrun by what appeared to have once been thorny rose bushes. I knelt down on one knee, so I could feel the earth beneath me. It was crying out for help.