Gutenberg Castle Novels & Stories

What difference will five more minutes make except give me a moment to gape at the magnificence before me? We are at a castle. An actual castle with high walls and towers that pay homage to a medieval trope with Renaissance elements. The elaborate style of the architecture is breathtaking and a treat to stare at. While it's not the most oversized structure I've come across, it's a fortress that calls to mind the picture of being strongly garrisoned once in the past despite being guarded by a small team patrolling about.

Not even that of the guards, nor the supposed Alpha Kieran. The journey continued until after about three long hours when the car came to a sudden halt. I was then pulled out of the car. Standing in front of me was a black gigantic castle, which had a very bizarre sculpture at the front yard. Its surroundings looked scanty, like it was a ghost town. It was surrounded by long fences which stood above ten feet long, and had a pool which was bloodstained. The stench from the left hand side of the castle hit my heavily, that I turned and saw what resembled an abattoir.

Rest now, tomorrow we go back to the castle and finish what we started. #

Rolling my eyes, I scoff, “Whatever. John, keep the car running. I want it nice and warm by the time I get back.” Gabriel’s lips are pressed into a tight line. I can practically feel his concern radiating off him. He makes no mention of it, simply nodding before returning to the parked car. Cassandra gives me a tour of the castle. It’s not as dingy and creepy as it looks on the outside. The inside has been completely refurbished with bright cream wallpaper, LED overhead lights, and polished black marble floors. It’s almost comically ornate with all the priceless pieces of artwork in gilded frames, the massive fireplace in the main foyer, and all the taxidermied animals out on display.

“I will see you later. We’ve prepared a small feast in your honor.” The older shifter follows me from the courtyard into the castle. On his way, he explains that the rest of the family and Coit are also on their way, but he was closer, visiting another pack in hopes of looking for the missing shifters together, when Emory let him know I’d gotten Lydia to safety. The castle, called Burgundersee, sits next to a large lake called Lake Nett. It’s an ancient castle with eight towers, timber roofs, and turrets. It’s not nearly as large as Castle Graystone, so it doesn’t take long to reach the hospital wing.

It was magical that a cloud stopped the waters. Then Butt looked at his master. "Welcome to the Land, Master." Butt said and moved because he is blocking the view. "....." "This..." Far from their position, among the hills, a castle was built. It was big! A real castle! Not like those small mansions of Dick from Laptoputah Island! It can't be compared to that Big Castle. 'This is an empire!' He thought. "It was an Empire!" Luis Park blunted. "Yes, it is master. Shall we go?"

We did not say anything on the way back to the mansion and rode in silence, but the silence was a comfortable one, only becoming awkward when they reached the entrance of the mansion. "Here, your castle has arrived, princess," he said with a dramatic tone and expression. Princess? If he only knew I was anything but a princess. I don't think any princess is treated the way I get treated. I don't think any princess is insulted on a daily basis, as I do. I don't think any princess would let anyone work on her as I do.

"Why kidnap me from my very bed? What have I done to you to warrant this kind of treatment?" "You are being hunted by Welkins. Welkins are dwellers of a distant Dimension who're supposed to pass through the environs of the Earth, quietly and without incident. They failed to do so when the Blitzkrieg happened. That is the explosion of the castle's cloak." "Cloak?" she asked. "It is what makes the castle invisible," Gustavan said. He was merely reciting what the General had informed him. Julia scoffed. "Oh, I doubt that."

Al had already gone back to stealing popcorn, completely unaware that he had just tossed a grenade into the living room. Rafael looked at him. Then at me. I forced a smile. “My list of disappointments is very inclusive.” His gaze stayed on my face a little longer than I liked, but then Gabby suddenly clapped her hands. “Done!” She threw both hands into the air like she had personally completed construction on Versailles. The castle stood in the middle of the rug, huge and ridiculous with pink towers, a black bridge, a horse on the balcony, a tiny runway for the whale shark, and a queen standing at the highest point.

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.