Got Castle Black Novels & Stories

*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.

“Whatever happens, you won’t face it alone.” Before she could reply, Gina rushed up the corridor with wide eyes. “My lord—something is happening outside.” My body tensed instantly. “Sean?” “No,” Gina said, shaking her head. “Worse.” Amy’s hand tightened on my arm. I followed Gina quickly. The castle’s front gates were open, revealing the dark forest beyond. Several clan members stood outside, staring upward. So did I. The sky was wrong.

The last time I’d been in Falcon’s Reach had been for a coming-of-age banquet, when I’d had too much to drink and had gone to bed early. I wondered how Bianca had managed this. Her mother must have known Ambrose somehow, I figured. That was the only explanation I could think of. Soon, we arrived. The castle was just as I remembered it—dark and moody, built of black stone that towered into the darkening sky. The castle grounds overlooked the mountainside below, but it was too foggy to see much.

I came here for a reason. The guards led me straight to the heart of the city, where Kendrick’s castle stood, a dark, foreboding structure made of black stone. It looked more like a fortress than a home, its towers reaching into the night sky like jagged claws. As I stepped inside, the air grew colder. The silence was unnerving. I was led into a grand yet eerily empty living room, where an enormous fireplace crackled weakly, casting long shadows on the walls. I sat on the plush leather chair, my fingers gripping the armrests as my mind raced.

“Now move away.” “Tsk! I thought I could get a score,” Black muttered. “In your f*cking dreams.” Black’s hand slid to Grey’s thigh. “Shall we go now?” “You could’ve just asked without touching my leg.” “Why are you so overreacting? Virgin?” Black asked, annoyed. “You’re disgusting. We’re both men.” “Ouch.” Black started the car and drove to the Montenegro mansion. When they arrived, Grey immediately asked the security guard on duty outside the gate.

Not until you accepted it. I jump down from the van, “What are you talking about?” ‘Look again, tell me what you see.’ I turn to face the cliff, looking up at the castle and the thick black clouds that hover above it. “Looks like a storm is about to hit.” ‘Those black clouds are not what you think. They are a sign of dark magic.’ “I’ve dealt with another Witch. I’ve met an older lady who was also a Witch. I didn’t see any of that.”

Samael said in a mocking tone. Welcome back. I opened my eyes to a pitch-black world devoid of any sound or signs of life. Glancing to my left, my heart skipped a beat. There stood an enormous, black castle, emanating a gothic and gloomy aura. Its towering spires reached for the sky, with bats swirling around the highest points. It was the epitome of a haunted house, a place one would expect to find in Satan's realm. A perpetual mist seemed to envelop the surroundings, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as I gazed upon the castle's familiar yet strange silhouette, its resemblance to my own home stirring memories and emotions I thought long buried. And yet, despite the sense of déjà vu, this castle was unmistakably unique, its black stone walls seeming to absorb the faint moonlight that struggled to penetrate the gloom. The air around it appeared to vibrate with a dark, malevolent energy, as if the very fabric of the castle was infused with the same smoky, ethereal substance that swirled around Haven when she wielded her Necromancy.

The walls are painted white, the ceiling her very high, several paintings hang on the spotless walls, and several golden pillars support the castle. Jayden leads us to a hall and asks us to wait. From the look of things, he knows his way around the castle. He closes his eyes and mumbles a name. “Draco, I need you”. In a shocking second, we hear a low roaring windy sound, and then a breathtaking man dressed in all black is standing in front of us. The man is wearing black pants, a black top, black boots, and a long flowing black coat with white furs around the collar. His long, black hair is packed in a ponytail. He looks very handsome.