Infiltrating The Castle Novels & Stories

Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad. “There is no time, princess. They are about to reach this place.” He grabbed her wrist, forcefully dragging her while she tried to struggle. “How dare you!” She yelled, yet gasped the moment she saw the dead—they were bloody, riddled with wounds and bite marks— approaching the passageway. What is happening? She wanted to ask but Falstad spoke of it before she could do so. “A man of dark magic has infiltrated the castle and has already turned most of the guards into this walking pile of death... I am sorry, princess, but we must leave now.”

The clash of kingdoms was imminent, and their destiny lay just beneath the castle wall. The moon rose high in the night sky, casting a pale, ethereal glow over the forest and the Lycan Castle. Zilver and his army, led by their general, had reached the entrance of the tunnel dug meticulously beneath the left castle wall. The tension was palpable as they prepared to infiltrate the heart of the Lycan Kingdom. Zilver began whispering to his troops. “Remember, keep quiet and follow my lead.” With silent determination, the soldiers began to descend into the tunnel one by one, disappearing into the earth below. Zilver followed closely behind, his silver armour glinting faintly in the moonlight.

Lifting a hand, I motioned for the others to stop as I continued to let my eyes take in the area. I had always known that Doragon were more primitive than other packs, but I hadn’t expected it to be to this extent. Up ahead was a large black castle with flags that rose into the sky the color of blood. Stakes with what I assumed were the heads of their enemies were scattered around the grounds. Some of which still seemed to be fresh, while others were in different forms of decay. The whole thing was encased by a large metal gate with sharp spikes, ensuring that no one could escape and, even more importantly, that no one could get in. It seemed that infiltrating the area was going to be more d

Being thwarted by a mere construct, however magically enhanced it might be, was a considerable blow to their pride. The Viridescent Castle, known as the Living Castle or the Walking Castle by some, was ultimately just a structure augmented by magic. Yet, for the A-rank assassins of Noble Shadow, trained rigorously since the tender age of four, their inability to breach its defences was a source of profound embarrassment. "It's not your fault. Even I wouldn't be assured of successfully infiltrating that castle. It's far from simple," the man in the chair remarked. "Did you truly believe the castle enhanced by Duchess Isla for her brother would be anything less than formidable?" he added.

' When I entered the cottage, the air was still thick with the aroma of my sex with Cassidy; I will protect my family even if it means risking my life. Going to the rug As I open the cellar door, I realize the castle warriors have been dismissed and are simply lounging. I didn't see Wanda, but I knew Cosmo was eating with the Bears and their cubs. I connect the two tunnels in the main room. 'Wanda and Cosmo, grab every last animal you can to come into the castle; we are being attacked!' Seeing several rooms that had no clear need for being kept, I took whatever the hell they had inside and placed it in the main room. As I did so, I noticed the hospital was susceptible and its defenses had be

The moon cast a ghostly pallor over the landscape as we advanced toward the castle, a fortress of nightmares emerging from the mist. Our mission was clear, and each of us carried it like a silent oath in our hearts – infiltrate the castle, eliminate the guards, and find Lyla. She was unaware of our coming, her thoughts shrouded in the manipulations of her captor. The air was thick with anticipation, every nerve in my body on edge. Cameron and I led our team with a predator's focus, shadows within shadows, our presence barely a whisper against the cold night.

They were close. Marcus surged forward with renewed fury. ‘FIND THEM.’ I followed the pull instinctively, tearing through anything that stood in my way. Rogues. Guards. Walls. Nothing held. Nothing stopped me. Behind me, my army flooded into the castle, turning every hallway into a battlefield. Screams echoed. Steel clashed. Blood soaked the ancient stone floors. But I didn’t slow. Because every second, every breath, brought me closer to them. And somewhere deep within the ruins—

Then, like shadows sharpened by rage, we slip into the West — our wolves rising high, fangs bared, the dawn trembling before us. The gate is well secured and heavily guarded. “Elka, try and breach the gate,” I command the others. They immediately move around the western side of the castle. I follow, keeping low. We find an opening along the wall, and my warriors wage war against the guards while I slip inside. Too many guards line the corridor leading to Varyn’s room. Their eyes flicker with shock.

If Mark’s corpse had been used as a host, then whoever had planted him here hadn’t just infiltrated my walls—they had walked among us. Alex, my wolf howled in fury. One of them is already inside. **** By nightfall, the castle was choking on unease. Rumors spread faster than my warriors could crush them. Maids whispered that Aurora had lured the intruder in. Guards muttered that she was cursed, tainted, and dangerous. Every word was another dagger to my chest. I found myself standing at the balcony, fists gripping the railing, staring out into the storm that brewed over the darkened village. Lightning tore across the sky, illuminating faces below—faces that had once looked at me with hope. No

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.