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Her chest heaved, and she nodded. “I – I think so? Oh, God,” she moaned, dropping her chin to her chest. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, Callie. I woke up, covered in blood and mud and soaked through with rain, up at that creepy old castle – Blackwood, I think it’s called, though I don’t remember going there – and there was nobody around. But there was police tape everywhere, flapping, and there were ambulances and police cars parked around me. It was like they’d all been forgotten.”

An hour later, they arrived at the castle gate. Both of them stepped out of the sleek, black car, the engine’s low rumble fading into the distance as they approached the massive, iron-clad gate. The castle loomed ahead, its towering spires piercing the cloudy evening sky. The gate was an imposing structure, adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and ancient symbols that spoke of the castle’s storied history.

[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.