Gutenberg Castle Novels & Stories

They huffed and panted the higher they climbed up until they reached the top of the hill. Atzi was in awe of the sheer humongous size of Damon’s castle. “...who needs a place this big..?” she thought to herself. The castle was made of old marble and granite stones. It had several towers and it was very tall and very long. They went around to the back side of the castle, careful to not be seen as there were guards around the castle standing watch. Motus led her to a cellar entrance and tried opening it but couldn’t because of his paws.

Regardless, he was so happy that Scarlet was in their life, he would give up anything to have her there. As they rounded a hilltop, Caleb's castle came into view. Sprawled out in the early morning sun, it was magnificent, just as he had remembered it. Built in a white limestone, with turrets in every direction, immaculately laid out in a large square, with an inner courtyard, and a drawbridge, it sat regal and proud, dominating the otherwise empty countryside. It stood empty, just as he’d hoped it would. For now, he didn’t want to actually bring her into the castle. Instead, he wanted to take her right to the hilltop overlooking the property. Caleb suddenly dove down, pointing, and Caitlin f

Totally exclusive. The big wooden gates opened when we arrived. The castle was massive! Three stories high in a U-shape, with a central building and two wings. Luxury cars were parked outside. Teenagers our age mingled with their parents. For a "werewolf cult," this was super elite and well organized. We parked, and I followed Zach, trailing behind him like a quiet puppy. "Ugh..." Genesis stretched and untucked his shirt, messing up his slicked-back hair. "It's about time."

[Rose's P.O.V.] Jane showed me around the castle. She had medium-length, caramel-colored hair and a pair of tiny dimples. She was a feast for the eyes, but I soon found myself stunned by the tour. I could not imagine a building like this to have conference rooms, recreation centers, restaurants, libraries, kitchens, gyms, laundries, underground wine cellars, and dozens of other kinds of facilities. There was even an art gallery filled with sculptures and famous paintings, and this was just where the members of Sunset Pack usually lived.

Henry stared with fascination at the crystal castle and its unique architecture, it was large, and built directly on the forest lands without any grooves nor water streams surrounding it, it towers almost scraping the sky, the walls made of the finest crystal emerging directly from the ground without the stony base, shining with their own light, there were no signs of a gate or any windows on the castle, making it appear like a giant flawless diamond with perfect cuts, and for a second, he couldn’t believe he just gave an order to rain it down with fire and ice spears, not until they started colliding with the flawless walls.

He nodded in my direction. The large gate was thrown open without Versant touching it. Did he use magic or something? I heard witches could cast spells. The castle was a great white building that stood magnificently. Its large pillars were made of what I suspected to be pure gold. The surroundings were filled with bright green trees and grasses, and a stream followed by the side. “You'd get jaw cramps if you keep your mouth open like that”, Versant said, laughing. I hadn't realised my mouth was hanging open.

Willa’s eyes followed it until it disappeared, and only echoes of its brakes could be heard. The thick white fog parted just enough for them to see the castle, but nothing beyond. Indeed, it followed everything she had written to the core. On the castle gates, above them, Dracula Castle was carved in bold letters that dripped with fresh blood, as if a soul had been murdered into it. Two guards stood by, handing out numbered tags. Willa knew the drill; it was her world. Slowly, the line inched forward, and soon she reached for hers. The tag burned as it touched her palm, imprinting her identity:

Every renovation, every adjustment, was a spectacle covered extensively by the media, with each change somehow making the Castle even more magnificent than before. I turned to Alexander, my voice barely above a whisper. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, he’s very serious,” Christopher said, clearly pleased with my reaction. I stared at him, my thoughts a swirl of awe and disbelief. The Castle wasn’t just a venue—it was a symbol of untouchable luxury and prestige. And now, somehow, it was being offered to us. "That's incredible," I said, still in disbelief. Alexander was writing something on the sheet of paper he had pulled out. I glanced toward him, trying to make it out, but his handwriting was

Technically, as long as we didn’t pass him, the Second Guardian hadn’t failed in his duty. The castle had the four towers we’d seen from the edge of the forest, tall and imposing, but the rest was seriously dilapidated. It looked like a ruin that had been left to slowly rot and crumble over many centuries, or a particularly rough weekend. Walls had fallen and there was no roof to speak of. And then there were all the skulls. “I’m not very keen on the decor,” muttered Dudley. “Yeah,” said Maurice. “They look like human skulls. Small humans.”

“Let’s build a magnificent castle, fit for a princess like you.” Athena’s eyes widened with wonder as she watched the grains of sand transform under my hands. Together, we crafted towering turrets and sturdy walls, each stroke of our fingers breathing life into the sandy fortress. The castle grew with every passing moment, a testament to the limitless possibilities that resided within our imagination.