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“Someone is going to steal it; and we’re gonna steal it from them.” He stopped talking all together, the shock of the revelation sinking in. After mulling it over, he started to grin a little. “Who and when?” He finally asked. “See?! I knew I could count on you!” I beamed at him. “It’s from a Shepard Castile and they’re at somewhere called the Coven of the Black Sanctum. And there’s also someone named Gunter Bosch.” “Hmm…” he mulled it over, biting his lip. “And the timeframe?”

Lex Castle Blackmoor is filled with activity as servants prepare the gardens for a party. People have been up early cooking food and decorating the gardens with balloons and streamers. Unlike their previous ruler I’m not prone to having trivial parties all year round. I try to avoid unnecessary expenses and go for more low-key events.

Alex looked at me. "Are you ready?" I looked at the castle. "No." Then I smiled. "But I'm going anyway." We approached the gates. They opened before we touched them. Everyone froze. Kael whispered, "It's a trap." A voice echoed from inside. "Of course it is." Adrian stepped into view. He was wearing a black royal coat. Behind him stood dozens of wolves. And beside him... My mother. Her wrists were chained. Her eyes were still black. "Mom!"

The atmosphere was heavy, loaded with unspoken tension. “Tell me about the estate,” I said quietly, trying to break the heavy silence. I wanted to know what kind of castle we were walking into. He shifted in his seat, turning his dark gaze back to me. “It’s called Blackwood Hall,” he explained, his voice low. “It was built over a century ago to serve as the neutral meeting ground for the founding families. No weapons are allowed inside, but that doesn’t mean anyone is safe.”

I didn't look back, but I could feel his eyes touching me. After some minutes, we reached a turn. Then, I spotted the Black Estate. It had black, shiny stone walls, and high gates. The man slowed down at the gate. A camera turned towards us, the red light was blinking. “Say the password.” The driver commanded. I leaned my head outside and whispered “Ambrosia.”. Just then, the gate unlocked. Slowly, it opened by itself. My chest tightened. What is this black magic? The man drove in. The floors of the estate were nothing but gravel, making crunching sounds under the tires.

Before her stretched a vast chamber afloat in the sky, as solid as stone yet shimmering with the magic of five magnificent castles, each one stemming from a different realm, as if stitched together by unseen hands. Each castle displayed a massive crest above its entrance: The first was a striking castle made of shiny black stone, entwined with thorny vines. Its gates were marked by a bleeding rose, proclaiming: Discipline & Power. *Noctis.* The second castle stood tall like an ancient fortress, crafted from dark leather and silver, with a banner showing a silver fang. It declared: Loyalty & Instinct. *Lupaxis.* The third castle sparkled with glass spires and floating balconies, filled with t

They get on my damn nerves! We drive silently through the thick forest along a cobblestone road till we arrive at a massive shiny black castle! It's vast and around 7 stories tall. Dense green vines are growing up its sides. There are lots of strange plants growing out front. They move unnaturally like they're alive! I'm getting serious villain vibes from this place. We park in our assigned spot, #24. Someone is standing near it. When we get out, the guy asks Papi. "Can I carry your luggage?" "Sure." He gets our luggage and leads us inside. We greet the other guests who are entering the place, too. We get to our room, #24. And dayum, this room is magnificent!

"You can hate me until your dying day. But I will not let them touch you, no matter what denial you use to mask why you truly care." ​Thalia opened her mouth to snap back, but a long, mournful howl erupted from the outer watchtower—the sound of an intrusion. ​Brandon sprinted to the window. "Sire... black mist. Moving in from the Blackwood Forest, heading straight for the castle." ​I looked out. It wasn't natural fog. Hundreds of shadows moved in uncanny unison, and at the vanguard stood a figure in a pitch-black cloak, arms raised high. ​Raven was already at the door. "I’m gathering the troops, Sire."

The magnificent fortress stood on a cliff's edge, built entirely of black obsidian that gave off a dark sheen in the moonlight. The castle seemed carved from the night itself. A fortress of shadow and power. "We're here," my mother said, her voice thrilled. "Are you ready?" I smoothed my dress and nodded. The car pulled to a stop before the castle gates. Ancient stone doors were carved with intricate crests. Two giant stone dragons coiled around the pillars, their ruby eyes glowing in the dark. As the great doors of the Obsidian Castle swung open, I saw him. Damien. He stood before a towering window, a silhouette against the night.

I needed knowledge. What was he doing with the Heartstones? Where did he keep the Living Book? I had to find out. Night fell like a curtain, cloaking the halls in deep reds and shadows. I decided I'll go seek some answers before meeting Zevarion by the garden. I changed into a black gown, perfect for blending into the darkened corridors. The entire castle was black and red, perfect for disappearing. I slipped into the grand stairwell, heart racing, each step a silent prayer. Upward. Always upward. I didn’t know exactly where Xareth stayed, but no one ever ventured to the top floors, that alone made them suspect.