Game Of Thrones Castle Black Novels & Stories

23. Ken's POV I walked across the garden on the east side of Blackmoon Castle with my palms up to cover my face from the sun. The sun was currently at the peak of its heat. A few steps later I was in front of the door of a room on the east side of Blackmoon Castle. Blackmoon's beta pack greeted me at the doorway. "They're waiting, Ken." I nodded slowly. Then, I entered the room and saw that the royal officials were already seated in chairs surrounding the large, long table in the center of the room.

But what’s odd is that instead of children, teenage boys and adult men are buying the balloons. “It’s him.” He said. “Okay.” I muttered as I checked my things and my bike. “I think the drugs are hidden inside those balloons.” I said. Then I heard Black Dragon on my intercom, “Kid, give the coordinates.” “It’s 21 degrees southwest from the Han River, Black Dragon.” Hawkeye answered him. “Got it. Let’s finish this.” Black Dragon said as I heard his car started and sped away leaving smoke and dirt behind. "What a show off." I mumbled as I ride my bike and followed him.

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

Hated feeling powerless. Vame walked in silence, their expression unreadable. They had seen the signs. They knew better than any of them what the Hollow Crown was capable of. It was near dawn when they reached the final stretch toward the Hollow Keep. A looming fortress, twisted and black, stood against the blood-red sky, its towers rising like skeletal fingers grasping for the heavens. The closer they got, the heavier the air became, thick with something unseen, something ancient. Myrra’s hand went to her dagger, her voice barely above a whisper. “He’s here.”

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

My parent’s house is located a short distance from Saharna Monastery, and we have a private airstrip a thirty-minute drive away, which I really appreciate, otherwise it would be an almost two-hour drive to get home from Chișinău International Airport. I smile when my family’s estate comes into view, and I bring the car to a stop along the gravel driveway. So, technically our estate is a castle. It’s been in my family for five generations, given to us as payment from some oligarch who was indebted to my great, great grandfather. The castle is modest as far as castles go and is Brâncovanian in terms of architecture. It’s two stories with a flat root, built from terracotta-coloured stone and it

Geneva said, returning the smile. Now it was the time for their next move. They dressed in occasional clothes which Geneva provided them and strolled towards the devil’s den, the Dark Lord's castle. High on the mountain, there stood a dark castle. Seven lean, round towers with distinct heights appeared like fingers trying to penetrate the sky. Huge walls connected the towers. Black stones used in building the walls gave it a gothic appearance. Windows were shattered around the walls in a specific pattern. Huge metal door which was usually kept closed now was wide open as if engulfing the people who entered.

*Rose* The journey to Castle Black Rocktakes about two days. We travel by train, me and the escort that King Gene has sent to make sure that I arrive at the castle safely. Some of the packs are in a bit of an uproar over the way that King Gene has chosen the four Alphas to be considered to replace him, and there’s a possibility that they might be willing to take their outrage out on the women coming to the castle. This entire journey is a little overwhelming, and I still haven’t gotten my mind wrapped around why I’m even going to the castle. The last thing on earth I want to do is be a Breeder–not even for one Alpha, let alone four strangers.

Screams and wails of tortured souls, horrid sounds of whips meeting flesh and the continuous jiggling of chains could be heard echoing throughout the place. In the heart of this desolate domain stood the Dark Lord's castle which loomed ominously atop a jagged mountain, its black stone walls seemingly absorbing all light. Tall, spiked towers pierced the perpetual twilight sky, and crimson banners fluttered in a ghostly breeze. The Dark Lord was sitting on his throne which was elevated on a dais of blackened stone, his imposing figure radiating an aura of absolute authority. His pristine white robes and black crown stood in stark contrast to the gloomy surroundings.

Kate asked as she stepped aside and motioned for them to follow her. The girls all just kind of looked at each other for a second and then Joy shrugged her shoulders and said, "what the hell," and they all decided to follow. They chatted among themselves as they were led down to the back entrance of the castle where a carriage was waiting for them. The girls almost fainted when they saw it. It was an old Transylvanian style covered carriage. It was gloss black with all gold trim and it was being pulled by a quad team of the biggest, blackest, and most perfect Fresian horses that they had ever laid eyes on. Everything was perfect, right down to the coachmen.