Howls Moving Castle Novels & Stories

The whole world glowed in an ethereal, smudged light that made everyone look even more beautiful like a camera filter that was very generous. Passing by the armor-clad guards and women in long skirts carrying buckets of water, Mory realized that she was as far from Earth as she could possibly be. The click-clack of the horse's hooves beat against the cobblestone path that led to the doors of the castle, and Mory chuckled out against Teddy's back as she looked at the massive fortress built into the mountainside lined in stained-glass windows with gargoyles on watch at the bastions. "Holy shit! Do you really live here? This is like a dream."

I asked him, once again stopping him from leaving. Jacob looked back at me, and I could see hesitation with him wanting to answer my question once again, but I pleaded with him by giving him my puppy dog eyes that Tyler always told me not to give him when I tried to get what I wanted. Finally, Jacob opens his mouth and says to me, “The mountain the castle is built into sometimes gives off what I would call tremors. They don’t last very long, and I assure you that you will get used to them.” “Get used to them?” I asked but he didn’t wait to answer me, as he shut the door to my room, leaving me alone and confused about what the hell was going on here.

Our wolves don’t even pretend not to stare and I watch with undisguised interest. The first cart lurches to a halt. Two servants hop down and snap a traveling awning out into a pavilion like they’ve rehearsed it a thousand times. Boxes follow. The wood is waxed and stamped with sigils that prickle the air. Old magic hums, nibbling at my skin. Hazel sidles up on my left, bow unstrung but close, expression sharpened to a point. “Careful,” she murmurs, barely moving her mouth. “Some of those hum wrong.”

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

As we get closer though, I have to shake my head because I swear the mountain is moving. A thunderous crack and groan reverberates in the wind, until the stone seems to unfold itself. Then the rocks slowly turn, crackling as they go, and a pair of large brown eyes made of mossy boulders with tree branches for eyelashes, blinks down at us. “Holy shit!” I cry out, just as the mountain starts to walk, nearly hitting us with its solid grey mass of a shoulder.

They had been staying in one of the large family tent's, we had been trying to move all of the families inside, but it was a slow proccess. As the wind whips throught the castle turrets it causes a loud whistle making the children scream. I chuckle at them as they run past me with their arms full of their bedding. They are helping move their things into the castle, but the winds whistling has caused them to run the wrong way.

On her way out she dropped Viola's information on the Secretary's desk to file it. Viola Dumonte stood outside of Avalon Academy with her jaw hanging out in awe. The Castle itself was magnificent, set upon huge rocks above a magnificent lake, better known as the Moon lake. The castle had been around for centuries, and consequently had a long history of ancient magic surrounding it even though it was a werewolf academy. It had grey walls and it size was enough to make anyone shudder. It made her feel small, but the sound of people in the Academy comforted her a little.

It paints the evergreens an ashy silver. As I’m staring, time seems to stand still. Silence sweeps over the land. The wind drops, and the loch is deathly quiet. A howl breaks the night, followed by hundreds more. My arms turn into gooseflesh and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The Wolves have shifted. I’m peering through the glass, wondering if I’ll see any of them, when I hear a roar of pain. It’s distinctly human, and sounds like it’s coming from within the castle.

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.

Wanda left with Carter, they left they left, okay, I turned I saw long hill, long run, then the ramp over near the castle, I run a bit closer, here I need to jump, okay. I look back at the ramp, I move a bit closer, I look back at the ramp, I move a bit closer, ‘what are you doing?’ Wanda ask me, when I hear Wanda bark I jump and don’t make it to the other side instead I meet the river, swimming to the other side where Cassidy is inside the castle.