Hyrule Castle Moat West Chasm Novels & Stories

Nothing remains here now, and what might have survived has been so worn down that I can’t even tell what they used to be. After some time, I finally spotted what the creature last night had told me to look for. The old ruins of a castle lie just ahead. What was once a drawbridge is now rotten, and there is no way I can cross it without falling into the moat below. Luckily for me, the moat is empty, though it is a little overgrown with plants and weeds now.

Eilidh POV The jet wheels touched down with a soft thrum on the private airstrip just outside the estate, and every single man on board pressed their faces to the windows like overgrown toddlers on Christmas. And fuck...I couldn’t blame them. Because just past the trees, misty and majestic, stood our castle. Not manor. Not estate. A whole ass, goddamn Scottish castle. Complete with a moat. An actual fucking moat. Who even has those anymore? Me, apparently. Me and fucking Dracula.

Moana’s POV The lower levels of the northern watchtower were abandoned, smelling of rust, old iron, and the cold draft that blew in from the mountain peaks. Kaelen held a small torch, the yellow flame casting long, dancing shadows against the rough stone walls as we descended a spiral staircase that seemed to go deep into the bedrock of the mountain. My bandaged hands were throbbing, the sweat from our run causing the silver burns to sting under the linen, but I pressed my arms against my chest, refusing to slow down.

Chaos walked outside of his castle as he reached a giant hole, around 30 meters big that had emerged in his backyard. "We had not entered it yet as we desired our Lord to do so first…" said Yuki. Chaos glanced at the abyssal hole as he noticed a series of spiraling stairs that went downwards, and began to walk through them as the rest of his group followed him from behind.

With the wall next to the stairs full of tapestries that told stories about the fallen angels, I ended up being distracted as I went down. Before reaching the end of the stairs I could see a small fountain of water gushing over the mouth of a winged creature embedded in a ink stone, and around the fountain there were some low-back chairs and nailed to the ground. As I approached, the light became stronger, and I literally snorted when I reached the last step. The light came from a hollow wall, with a kind of invisible glass, or magic, which allowed the lava lake to be entirely visible down there. The reddish flames ran fervently against the castle, like a storm of fire. A storm released in t

He checked, again and again his schedule and absurdly they all needed his secretary; the woman he'd been craving for almost a whole year, to be completed. 'I just need to calm down and not lose control tomorrow. Easy.' He thought, unaware of how weak he had become to her. His fangs were now visible and eyes scarlet. The car snaked past the large but well crafted gate and stopped in front of the large like castle. He got out and was received by a young man of short slim stature. Despite it being almost midnight, there was no hair out of place and no spot missed in his appearance. A paragon of neat and clean.

About two hours of staying in the air , we finally entered the northern territory. The territory of Crescent Pack's werewolves and my hometown. "Where should I land?" Drystan asked through mindlink. "On the castle of Crescent. It's white marble castle embedded with statues of wolves including other creatures carved in gold.'' I looked forward to the magic tower. One of its kind especially was used for casting magic spells and making potions. As we crossed the magic tower the atmosphere started getting foggy. The smell of burning corpses and houses sneaked inside my nostrils.

When I tried to look back over my shoulder, I saw glowing eyes. We boost our speed, and finally, the outer wall of the castle looms before us. It's about ten feet high and crumbling. But there are no holes on this side That are large enough to fit through. Meanwhile, Marika a fast runner than me has disappeared around the north corner of the wall. A short whistle of an arrow past my head, and when I look back I saw at least four of the little beast.

Elara's POV The air in my private chambers felt heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of sharpened steel and the pungent pine oil used to mask our traces. On the large oak table, the map of the ruins was no longer a theoretical sketch. But a tactical blueprint for a slaughter. "Six Hounds at the southern sluice gates," I whispered, my voice a low rasp as I pointed to the jagged entrance of the aqueducts. "You move only when the water rhythm breaks. That is the signal that the elders have entered the central chamber."

“It looks like the creature moved fast and covered a good distance. Let's just hope that Noha is still alright." Up ahead, Eldion noticed that the line of tall reeds abruptly stopped, replaced by a wide pond with occasional lotus plants. His attention, however, was drawn by what appeared to be a complex of ancient towers enclosed by a moss-covered wall. Eldion realized that the pond was actually a moat that surrounded a complex of ancient buildings.