Game Of Thrones Black Castle Novels & Stories

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱ "Lucifer woke up" Zaniel spoke as soon as he entered my office and both Azrael and I stared at him at the same time. "Did Lucifer really wake up?" "Are you for real?" We spoke almost in unison and the fallen with crimson hair nodded. "A letter has just arrived from the palace of the black tower, Princess Lucifer has awakened."

The night was dark and quiet, like a thick, inky shadow. A woman dressed in black slipped silently through the shadows toward the castle ahead. The moonlight cast a faint glow on her slender figure, outlining her graceful shape even in the night. The castle was a classic piece of medieval European architecture, with tall, towering spires and thick stone walls that looked both grand and eerie. Alia smirked slightly, muttering to herself, “Doesn’t seem too hard. A place this big, and no guards in sight? This should be a piece of cake.”

“It says that when Death is bound by love…” Her voice broke. “…the gates beneath the Veil will open.” At that exact moment, a deafening explosion echoed from somewhere beneath Blackthorn Castle. The ground lurched violently. Stone cracked. Dust rained from the towering ceilings. Deep below the castle, something enormous struck against an ancient prison door. Once. Then again. And from beneath the earth came a voice that had not been heard for ten thousand years. “She has finally left her throne.”

Knowing that nothing could ever come between us. That was until I arrived here. Vivian was alive. At least for now anyway. Having no idea where she was currently located was an issue. More importantly where we were was less than comforting. Justin navigated me through the winding halls which made my sense of direction and chance of escape seem pointless. So far I could sum the castle up into three words; dark, mysterious, and terrifying. This was not the typical stone castle. Oh no, the castle was made of obsidian blocks. A rare, heavy, durable rock which can only be found in certain areas. Only wealthy people could ever afford the stuff, and somehow Eric managed to grab a whole castle of it

When this happened, it pleased the elder who possessed that Undead greatly. In a large castle with lighting that was as bleak as the land of the Undead, there was such a being: an Undead called Dark Shadow. This Undead was sprawled lazily on the only throne in the entire castle, a throne that was hers and hers alone. Unlike her name, Dark Shadow possessed pale beautiful skin that was uncharacteristic of an Undead. Her blood red eyes had a hint of blue in them, and her beautiful face and lovely curves would have easily deceived one into thinking that she was human like they were. Stretching lazily, she twirled a few strands of her long black hair round her fingers, her lazy eyes conveying a s

Banners bearing a silver crown and a golden-eyed wolf swayed gently in the night wind. Blackthorne Castle. The territory of a Queen Alpha. Power lingered in the air. This was not just land. It was a center of control. Every stone, every corner, felt deliberately arranged to remind any visitor that they were being watched. “Welcome to my territory, Alpha Edward Aldric of Winterblood.” The voice was soft, but filled with authority. I turned. She stood a few steps away from me. Tall and graceful, with long black hair falling straight to her waist. Her light gray eyes were sharp, like a blade honed for too long. Her gown was simple, yet every stitch spoke of status and command.

Without thinking twice, he stepped between Kenzo and me, and he said looking at him with fury in his eyes, "Don't touch what is mine again, if you don't want me to rip your hands off" Kenzo looked at him, you could see his canines showing on his face, but he held back and moved a little closer to Black, "This isn't over, and she's not yours," he said, but those words rang loudly in my mind. "We'll see about that" Black said and took my hand tightly, he turned around and led me away from Kenzo, his handheld mine tightly, he walked through the people without even seeing me and saying anything to me, he just let me out of the castle, towards the forest.

As we passed the corner, we saw the stairs at the end of the hall, next to a covered bridge leading to another wing of the castle. Tyrion turned around, urging us to walk faster. "I can hear the cracks in the floor and ceiling. It may collapse any second." The final note of his words still reverberated in the air when a powerful blow made him fly several feet back and hit the ground with a sickening thud. "No!" I screamed, watching him cough out blood. Then my eyes turned to where the blow came from, and I froze as I saw a woman in the black hood. Half of her face was covered, and I could only see her mouth twisted in a wicked grin.

In this instance, it was not the stunning silver palace that the Silver Wolves had lived in; rather, it was a black castle that was inhabited by miasma and other horrible beings. Considering that they were unable to see me, I did not feel any fear when I was free to move about. As soon as I stepped inside the gloomy castle, I felt a chill run down my spine. Wolves with hideous looks were seen roaming around; they appeared to be somewhat deformed, not like the typical wolves but more like the wolves that attacked at that time, before Sera arrived. Where did Terry obtain these animals? They ought to have been killed in the war, right?

And then it came into view, my most favourite scene ever. “Stop the car Steph, I want to get out.” Steph pulls to the side of the road and the car draws to a stop. I step out of the car. The air was still thick with drizzle, and I wrapped my arms around myself against the September chill. The promise if Autumn just around the corner. In front of me sat the sprawling outer wall of the old Bailey, the last surviving part of the Castle Black. In its centre was a few crumbling stone walls where the castle would have once sat proud and strong. A deep moat ran around the perimeter.