Ebony Castle Novels & Stories

Besides, the event was being held on the grounds of the McKinney pack. Would there really be any danger? After all, Vincent is Elijah's right-hand man. * We arrived just as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky a deep red. After driving down a straight road flanked by pine forests, I saw a large castle. The McKinney Pack residence looked like an old medieval castle. Its fortress walls were the color of sand, and it had a gate that could be raised and lowered—it was awesome! I didn't say what I thought, but when I saw Vincent's pack, I realized he could easily compete with Elijah. Why did Vincent choose to be Elijah's beta when he could've built his own kingdom?

“So tell me how was yer first shift? What does yer wolf look like?” “She’s a soft silvery grey. Not as light as mums but almost as big! She’s fast too, really fast. My shift went well, shifted in ten minutes.” Ember beamed proudly. Her grandad and grandma asked her all sorts of questions as they walked across the grounds. Ember couldn’t help but stop and take in the castle. Home. It was a very large ancient Scottish Castle. Long forgotten by the humans, of course with some help from warlocks. It was every girls fairytale castle with towers and huge stone walls surrounding the inner castle with walkways all around. They entered through a small side gate and in through the kitchen garden door.

Eilidh POV The jet wheels touched down with a soft thrum on the private airstrip just outside the estate, and every single man on board pressed their faces to the windows like overgrown toddlers on Christmas. And fuck...I couldn’t blame them. Because just past the trees, misty and majestic, stood our castle. Not manor. Not estate. A whole ass, goddamn Scottish castle. Complete with a moat. An actual fucking moat. Who even has those anymore? Me, apparently. Me and fucking Dracula.

Grayston I can’t believe how our group has grown over the last few months. Of course, a few that were added came to us under not-so-good pretence, but still, they are here, and we love them. We are just waiting for Travian to get his ass here. We all made the drive to the castle for this meeting. Travian has a much larger room that is more accommodating for our large group. I can hear laughter outside the door. I notice that Ebony is acting differently. I am sure all these strange people are making her uncomfortable. The door opens, revealing Travian, Haratio, Lazarthio, and Nephalitium. I hear Ebony let out a squeak when Nephalitium’s mutant pet rat jumps up beside her. Ty lets h

She loves malls and all the things that can be done there, but sometimes she gets tired too quickly. "So, where are we going tomorrow?" Josephine asked. Rain and Sky exchanged glances. "Mom, how about we go to McKenzie Manor? We talked about this when we were in Canada," Rain said carefully. Josephine placed the spoon and fork on her plate in thought. McKenzie Manor is a castle owned by a nobleman named Gregory Alba which was built in 1786. The Alba family has lived in the castle for generations. Their wealth was immense and they continued to expand the castle and the surrounding lands, but they lived with a curse, that any first male born would die.

Amber reminded her. Ebony tisked and ignored Amber. Ash, the gentleman, escorted the diva across the warehouse to where the king had his broken knee propped up on some pillows. He’d heard many tales about the dark-skinned goddess but had yet to meet her in the flesh. Grayson didn’t look particularly pleased to have their first introduction when he was bruised and laid up. “Hello Ebony. I’ve heard many things about you. I’m Grayson Godwin.” She snorted, “As if I didn’t know that. Your face is always plastered around this city. If you are such a charitable man, you really should release some nudes-"

Chapter two Evangeline rushed out of the cab as soon as she reached the gates of the Castillo mansion, her home which was gifted to both her and Damien right after the wedding. It was a truly enchanting house which stood tall against the backdrop of a beautiful lush garden, the architecture was also stunning with elegant columns framing the entrance, and a charming balcony on the second floor- still she dreaded the innermost parts of it. “When did he get here?”. She asked a guard standing right at the entrance in a frantic manner, a triple of nervous sweat streamed down her cheek which she brushed off immediately with a napkin.

Perhaps, that old lady Eliza spoke about was in the security business. On the first day in Medonia, Cyrus took Melanie to the York family to deliver a gift. That was the only thing they did. Their car arrived at the entrance of the York estate. Melanie and her assistant followed Cyrus inside. Inside, it was obviously more extravagant. In the center of the York estate was a gray castle built on high ground. The vast estate sloped at an angle, and looking up, one could see that to reach the central castle, they had to pass through three gates.

As we went around the last curve and the mansion finally came into view, Becky gasped loudly, making me smile. I knew how it looked to her. The stone walls, large turrets with cone tops, gargoyles poised seemingly precariously on the roofs, and the sheer magnitude of the mansion itself really resembled a castle. To any little girl, it would without a doubt look like a castle to them. The carriage took us up a long driveway, coming to a stop between a gigantic fountain and the stairs that led up to the mansion, where Raja, Keke, and his wife, Charity, all stood dressed to the nines in a matching suit and gowns just like we were. When the carriage came to a full stop, the coachman hopped down