Got Castle Black Novels & Stories

"Oh, why do you keep a secret from me? In fact, I would know if you don't tell me. It's Martin Blackstorm, right?!" Ashley covered her mouth with a smile and motioned to Linda Lee to come closer, and she whispered softly. "Ah? What? Martin Blackstorm invited you to the Emerald Castle the day after tomorrow?" ***

she threw a warm smile over her shoulder, directed at Elliot. I moved back a little, walking slowly next to Elliot, “Is she talking about Chaos?” I whispered. “Mhmm,” he responded with a light nod. My mind was swirling with questions. How did she know with a single glance at Elliot? Xantha’s main castle was stunning. The exterior was a deep, almost black-blue stone with creeping vines covering a large portion of the walls. Crystal clear blue waters surround the base of the castle, flowing into nearby canals that traveled away from the castle. The guards posted on each side of the door bowed as we walked across the bridge before opening the large double doors.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

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?

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] ...