Got Castle Black Novels & Stories

Usually, I’m good at going from being myself to being the cold-hearted assassin everyone knows and fears, but this entire Grigoras mess has made me deviate from my normal routine in more ways than one and let’s be honest, Alec has definitely messed with my head and my vagina, though one I enjoyed more than the other. Right now I need to take the last few weeks and lock them away in the back of my mind and focus on being Blackheart. From the moment I step off this plane, I will be cold, emotionless, fearless, and capable of anything. Death is my bitch and she’s not coming for me this year.

A meaningful smile was etched on his thick black lips. "I'll get everything back, Edward Slovasky. You'll see!" "Are we going to take it, Alpha?" asked Rajes as he walked to erode his distance from Alpha Mario. "Of course. That castle belongs to the legitimate descendants of Gen Romario, my grandfather was the main founder of the Black Castle." "Hasn't everyone been defeated by that man, Alpha. Then how can we take it without the other members?" "There's no need for you to doubt, I'm still capable of mobilising a reliable shadow army. Just wait, you just need to find the time for Luna's new coronation there!"

But he did not exert his real strength out of fear that he might hurt me. I refused to get up. When he realized he could not push me off, he tilted his head back and simply gave up. I had only ever heard that the black wolf lineage was the most loyal to their mates, but I had not expected it to be this appealing. He looked so fierce, yet he was surprisingly mild-mannered. In the previous timeline, I had chosen Marin and spent several days persuading him before he finally agreed to form a bond. That ungrateful carp had a foul temper and was extremely spoiled.

I barely had time to whimper a protest before he gripped my thighs, spreading me wide. Then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside me. A strangled cry tore from my throat as he filled me completely, stretching me to the point of delirium. His curse was a ragged growl against my ear. “Fuck—you’re tight.” — Four Weeks Earlier The Blackwood Mansion was a castle—cold, intimidating, and entirely out of my league. I stood at the massive iron gates, my fingers clenched around the strap of my worn-out bag, staring up at the estate that could have belonged to royalty. Towers of black stone stretched into the sky, and the windows reflected nothing but storm clouds.

A high-end, ruined mess. "Pull it together, Gal," he muttered to his reflection. He followed the scent of fresh coffee and expensive tobacco toward the kitchen. He heard voices—low, feminine, and sharp. He stepped into the doorway, his boots silent on the marble. Gammer "Gam" Hayes was at the table, her hands trembling as she clutched a mug. Opposite her sat a woman who looked like she’d been carved from ice and dipped in gold. Lydia Blackwell.

Every mile felt like a countdown. Then the lodge came into view. It wasn’t a house. It was a fortress carved from black stone and old money, windows glowing gold against the white, towers clawing at the sky. Smoke curled from a dozen chimneys. Wolves,actual wolves lounged on the front steps like they owned the place. And standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, coat open despite the cold, was Cassian Blackthorne. He didn’t move or wave, not like I was expecting him to, he just watched the car approach with those storm-grey eyes that had ruined me four months ago.

Silence everywhere — only the candle flames trembled now and then, casting strange shadows on the walls. Then, footsteps echoed on the stage. A tall, thin man with white hair walked forward slowly — it was Professor Raghavan. His eyes were deep, as if hiding some secret within. He smiled, but the smile was neither warm nor cold — just… unsettling. “I think,” he said softly, “the darkness outside has now entered this building as well.” “So why don’t we face this darkness… with a game?” A murmur spread through the hall — someone laughed, someone asked,

I assume that if the Vampire King — King Darius — stood by his window, he will be able to see the people and what they were doing miles away. The air whips my brown curls around my face. Panting hard in anticipation, I peer through my hair at the Castle in front of me. The castle looks like death. With walls painted black, it is like a scene straight out of a horror movie. ... [see. do not go in there, November] ...

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.