Gutenberg Castle Novels & Stories

Mrs Sprocket somehow worked out that something will happen to Belle Rose when they are at the castle, and she got a strange feeling that Belle Rose's dream last night will come true. Belle Rose was allowed to take the book about the castle to visit back to Mrs Sprocket's house and carry on research in her own time. The school finished, and Belle Rose left with Mrs Sprocket as they head towards Mrs Sprocket's home. Mrs Sprocket allowed Belle Rose to use the dining table to carry on with her research about the castle that they are going to for the school trip, and she got some drinks for her and Belle Rose. Belle Rose wrote 6 pages of the history of the castle, and she drew the castle thrice.

I could not help but wonder what other secrets he harbored, but I was determined to admire his boundaries and await his explanation upon his return. As I wandered through my mama 's castle, my studies swirled with the exposures about Lorcan. The castle was a grand, gothic structure, its corridors echoing with history and secrets of their own. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting ancient battles and fabulous brutes, their vibrant colors muted by age. I could not help but feel a sense of admiration and curiosity as I explored each room, my mind drifting back to Lorcan and the mystifications that girdled him.

The Royal Castle was a place of overwhelming scale. Towering spires of granite and steel pierced the sky, and the corridors were so vast Flora’s footsteps echoed like lonely whispers. She was assigned to the scullery, a cavernous room of gleaming copper pots and hissing steam, under the tyrannical reign of the Head Chef, a Beta named Gregor who bellowed orders with the force of a hurricane.

Cara’s POV The towering oak doors of the great castle closed behind me with a hollow thud, leaving me feeling dwarfed by the grandeur of the place. The air inside was cool, carrying the faint scent of polished wood and old stone. The hallway stretched endlessly in both directions, lit dimly by sconces that flickered as if unsure of their purpose. My eyes traced the intricate moldings and the high, arched ceilings, marveling at the undeniable resplendence of it all. Yet, there was something unmistakably sad about this place—a weight that clung to the very walls.

There are gleaming structures as far as the eye can see, as well as silver orbs that look like they’re floating around all by themselves. “The castle is a blend of modern engineering and ancient grandeur, according to my late father. Its high walls are made of granite and fortified with gleaming titanium that can stop bullets as well as grenades,” Cassian says, losing me halfway as he points to the castle. “The high battlements up there are weapon turrets and missile silos. Those spheres moving all around the castle walls are robotic patrolling sentinels.” “That’s quite the welcoming committee,” Rune remarks dryly, gesturing toward the robotic sentinels. Their shiny metallic bodies catch the

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.

Callista. The castle is humongous. We are parked in the inner courtyard, which is actually very lovely with a nice garden. There is a massive defensive talus surrounding the inner residence building, with a moat surrounding the whole area. The large gate is automated. There are four fortified towers at the four corners of the square talus, armed with, if my sight is reliable, machine guns. I am stunned at this; I did not know that the Rexellen pack actually had any need for machine guns of all things. But then again, what do I know of the Royals. The castle is very medieval, unlike any other old castle that is in the USA, which I find is rather peculiar. Had I not been worrying about my own

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

There was a huge snake carved into the metal as the doors slowly opened to a brick driveway. I didn’t miss the irony as the curves twisted through the trees. Too bad the big bad wolf was sitting in front of me. I was just fighting off the smile from that thought when a fucking castle appeared in front of me. It was an old money type of castle. Rock that they pulled out of the ground to build in probably the 1800s. Black windows to match the black roof. The lawn was perfectly groomed and trimmed. Like you would do to your pubic hair when getting ready for a first date. Everything was polished and pristine. “What do you think?” Gavin asked as he put the car in park.

It was a power I would have killed for. We met the Head maid outside the front door and she grudgingly took us on a tour around the castle's grounds. There were five garages (we weren't allowed to enter them yet), a garden big enough to hide Big Foot, several buildings (I forgot to count), a golf course, tennis course, shooting range, another garden, a security post, and somewhere called 'the Hub'. It took almost an hour riding in a caddy to get around the place. Hyacinth seemed to be impressed with the whole setup just as I was.