Got Castle Black Novels & Stories

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

Blair explained and held my left hand as we are ready to go. "Noted. Don't worry. I will just go home here if ever I'll be in any trouble. Let's go?" I replied, putting my phone in the right pocket of my black leather jacket. Well, all we are wearing are black, and it just seems like we look more vampiric. Gothic. Though I wanted to add some black makeup, I think we would look creepy as heck as if we were going to a Halloween party or scaring some kids. --- The half-moon at the horizon adds up the magnificence of the scattered clouds and fog all around the tall and vast castle by the hill, which exactly looks like what I imagine a vampires' castle would be. It's exceptionally astonishing.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

"Actually, where are we? Why is it that there are only forests and mountains as far as the eye can see?" "We are in the Blackton Kingdom, Miss. More precisely, we are in the Black Castle." "If this is indeed a kingdom, where do the rest of the people live? There's no way you guys don't have people, right?" "You will see them later, Miss. The Black Castle was built on a cliff in the Blackton Mountains. So it was natural for this place to be surrounded by forests. If you want an urban setting, with Mr. Daran's permission, I can take you for a walk there. But, apparently not today."

He was certain of who I was. “Not yet,” Silas said, taking monstrous strides as he defied the darkness. “But when we wake that sleeping wolf inside you, we will both see what you’re capable of. Your curse will merge with my darkness, Luna.” Minutes later, we stood before a massive stone structure wrapped in ivy and centuries of secrets: Blackwood Castle. I’d heard of this place. A fortress no outsider had ever entered. And now, breaking that rule, the monster of the castle was carrying me in his arms.

Celeste gently wakes me up, and my jaws almost instantly drop to the floor when the villa comes into view. More castle than house, perched on the cliffs as if daring the ocean to swallow it whole. Endless rows of windows glitter like watchful eyes. Ivy crawls up stone walls that look older than I am. The driveway is lined with tall iron lanterns that flicker in the salty winds. The castle is massive and imposing. It's stunning and terrifying at the same time, like a prison made of beauty. Who exactly is this Damon Blackwell, and how did my mom even meet him?

The march to the main castle was quiet and brooding, Lady Calloway refused to look at me and the guard's grip was nearly digging into my flesh. The amount of turns and corners we took was dizzying and by the time we made it to the walkway leading to the main gates, I was exhausted. The interior of the grand building was brighter than I would have imagined. If the West Court was decorated with gold, the main castle was bathed with it. From the tapestries to the arched ceilings and even the floors. I still couldn't grasp why it was called Castle Black, there was nothing gloomy about the magnanimous edifice.

The stench from the left hand side of the castle hit my heavily, that I turned and saw what resembled an abattoir. At the other end of the gigantic castle, just beneath the abattoir, I could see maids who were dressed in black clothes like funeral undertakers. They each scampered around with a firm and fearful gaze. "Untie her, and take her in!" I jolted back to reality, as Alpha Kieran's voice echoed throughout the secluded castle. Immediately, two young hybrids, who I supposed where in their early twenties, came running out. Coincidentally, they also wore black clothes.

In the heart of the Western Mountains, the Black Iron Castle rose like an open wound in the landscape. Its towers were irregular, made of volcanic stone and twisted metal. Red and black banners fluttered in the cold wind. Inside the council chamber, lit only by green torches that never burned out, Lord Vortigern slammed his fist on the massive oak table with such force that cracks spread across its surface. “That whore is giving herself to demons!” he roared.

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.