Gutenberg Castle Novels & Stories

As we near the castle up some cobblestone, I notice that it is new. Not just that, but on the front of the door isn’t a bat or even one of the Councilmen. Instead sitting high and commanding importance is a statue of some kind of gremlin. A familiar I assume. The castle is poised on a tall hill, guarded by a tall pointed fence. When we come up to the gates entry, Delfino turns his face towards the right where a lamppost casts a dim light over us. Then the gate opens. We follow him up the winding black top, as best we can. A couple of grunts escape from Zack as we make the climb but Delfino doesn’t slow his pace. Arthur releases me to support Zack up the hill.

Carson and I burst into laughter, not even trying to hide the fact that we are making a mockery of them. “His lordship will see you now." The guard says, opening the gate wide open for us. We go back into our car and drive inside, not before Carson gives the guard the middle finger. The kid wasn't lying when he said that their Alpha lives in a fucking castle. The house is triple the size of the Bloodmoon pack. On getting to the castle, we are greeted with another gigantic gate. “What is it with this pack and gates?" Caleb grumbles. The guards open the gate immediately, and we go in.

I took them in a glance and started to help her. “Yeah! It’s going to be the biggest castle in the world!” I laughed. Her tiny face screwed up in concentration as she added another brick to the structure. “Is that so?” I chuckled. “Did you know I live in a castle?” Cecil’s eyes went wide with awe. “Really, Uncle Charles? Like, a real castle with towers and everything?” “Exactly like that,” I said, grinning. “It’s called Lycan Castle. It’s very old and has a lot of history. It’s got towers, secret passages, everything a real castle should have.”

He can’t have his cake and eat it. I blink in Radar’s direction, trying so hard to get my head around this new information as we sweep into the brightly lit grand foyer of a huge entranceway of this so-called homestead. I mean Colton grew up in a manor that was more of a castle and housed hundreds…. this is small by that standard, but still a freaking castle in its own right. It’s amazing, and huge. Prehistoric, and the décor is definitely old-world witch, but I don’t doubt it can house a vast amount.

Indeed, there was a castle. Thea looked at the big castle. It was the same castle she saw in the morning. The castle was huge. It was black in colour making it look creepy and dangerous. The castle looked like it was old, too old. One can definitely tell that it was built years and years ago. The castle had large pillars on which something in a different language was written. It's gate was huge, almost half the size of the castle. Overall, the castle looked dangerous. "It's so scary." Alice whispered. Everyone agreed with her including Ethan and Mason. The castle indeed looked like it was cursed.

I murmur to myself, while staring out the carriage window, good thing I bought my camera, taking some photos of mystic falls and having them published does not sound too bad. The horses neigh as the steel gate is pushed open. Enrique and I stare ahead and I gape in wonder. The grand castle is built with stone walls, weathered by centuries; a flag is placed at the top of the castle. The blowing of the trumpet resounds as Enrique and I walk out of the carriage. ‘You can do it, Irene. People here might still behave historically but you got this.’ Ora tells me.

Rose raised her eyebrows at me, after taking a sip of her newly arrived coffee. “You think I’d be sitting here if he did?” I asked back. “Right.” She shrugged. “So…what now?” “There’s only one place that might have what we need right now.” I told her. “The Castle library. It has the oldest collection of books and the only place where all books had been stocked after being rescued from the debris after the Wipeout.”

If his hand could have this kind of effect on me, I wanted to know what other parts of his body could do. Noah didn't seem to feel the same shock, but then, I was concentrating on the castle and not looking at him. I was afraid my blush would give me away if I looked at his face. “There,” he said softly, releasing my hand. “All done.” The ache didn't leave my core. In fact, with the removal of his hand, it grew stronger. I wanted him to touch me again. I needed him to touch me again. Noah leaned back, examining his work. The castle was almost finished. It wasn't elaborate or immense, but it was beautiful with clean lines and simple towers that reminded me of a princess's castle. It looked li