Infiltrating The Castle Novels & Stories

Relief floods me, and I can see the same in her eyes. Down the little hallway, the fighting of the royal guards against the werewolf rebels echoes chaotically in the main hall. Two rebels block the way toward us, giving us a modicum of privacy. Still, I can see the royal guards advancing, successfully pushing the werewolf rebels out the front doors. With that long bridge leading up to the palace, the rebels couldn’t have had the element of surprise on their side. They must have been relying on numbers to penetrate the palace doors. “Let my mom go,” I say, turning to face Lucas as he follows me out of the grand hall where my Luna Ceremony was interrupted. I have no demand in my voice. I’m ple

Tolan yelled and we did as he said. Running back towards the castle we met a war zone. The castle was under full attack. “Look out!” I heard Noir scream and we moved out of the way in time before a rogue could strike. One of the warriors standing in front of us threw his sword at the rogue and it hit the rogue, piercing through his heart and he dropped dead beside us. “We need to get inside the castle,” Eliana said, dragging me and we began to run. We were almost in when I was roughly grabbed out of Eliana’s grasp.

I burst through the heavy doors into the freezing night air. The Chimera sat in the center of the courtyard, silent and black. But we weren't alone. Cian's loyalists had infiltrated the castle staff. They were swarming out of the shadows, carrying torches and rifles. They weren't wearing uniforms; they were dressed in the grey rags of the working class. "There she is!" one screamed. "Kill the usurper!" They opened fire. Bullets sparked against the hull of the Chimera. I hit the dirt, scrambling toward the ramp.

The air is heavy with the scent of trimmed hedges and sun-warmed stone. My phone buzzes just as I step onto the back porch. Come towards the garden. The garden? I pause. Kendrick's supposed to be upstairs, tucked away, hidden. Why the garden? A small knot forms in my stomach. I slip through the side entrance, the one no one pays attention to anymore. The walkway stretches ahead, cloaked in a kind of golden gloom, sunlight filtering weakly through narrow slits in the walls. Dust floats in the beams like little secrets hanging in the air.

The glass windows of the office exploded inward in a spray of glass, debris and thick black smoke and the force of the blast threw two council elders to the floor as the shockwaves shook the entire foundation of the castle. Through the gaping hole in the wall, the sound of Red Thorn war horns blared across the estate, echoing from the surrounding hills. Alpha Raymond’s full army had launched their assault, catching the castle completely off guard. "Invasion!" Elijah yelled, drawing his weapon as dust and smoke filled the room. Amidst the smoke, screaming guards and flying debris, Karl didn't run for cover. His eyes didn't shift from whoever he was looking at, as if anticipating this for a lo

Since our (Luther and I) packs were close to each other and we were an alliance, there was a one hundred percent possibility that the intruders might have broken into the Red moon pack too. Once I got the call of the suspicious news, I told Luther about it immediately and we both rushed out to our packs. I sighed out frustrated as I remembered how my dad had died. It was this same plan the enemies had used. Only that they never found out about the secret door because there was none then. They had broken in through the walls at midnight and invaded the castle, sprayed wolfs bane all over in the castle that weakened everyone except them since they had their whole face masked; they came prepare

"With or without their dumb festival, this castle is going down. David has ruled for long enough. It’s time for a new king." The trees go quiet. The air changes. Everyone knows the dangerous truth in Roman's statement: Evil will be replaced with greater evil. That's his specialty. Roman slaps his palm against the tree bark, snapping us back into focus. "Listen up. We infiltrate through the southern slope of the courtyard. That side’s been left open because of the party. Those stupid bastards probably don't think. They're all too busy dancing and drinking to guard a flank. They’ve let their defenses down, and we’ll use that."

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

“Not as much as Kate did, but I studied the old texts while I was trying to break my curse. I might be able to counter some of her spells.” We’re gathering in the strategy room now and maps are being spread across tables, and I’m trying to focus on tactics and planning but part of my mind is stuck on that image of my children unconscious and helpless, and I have to force myself to breathe through the panic. “The castle will be warded,” Donald says, pointing at the map. “Probably layered protections that’ll trigger if we approach directly. But there are old smuggler tunnels underneath from when it was an active fortress, if they haven’t collapsed they might give us a way in.”

He rather hoped for the latter. “Twenty have infiltrated the castle,” it was Altherra who replied to his question. “Less the two we sent with Sigrid. The rest of our army remains at the cove, awaiting the True King’s return.” “Hmm,” Thaelen nodded, moved by the news. “Good. Eighteen,” he repeated, turning to look at the castle. Through the windows, and along the walkways, torches moved rapidly, news of the prisoner outbreak spreading. From the direction of the barracks, men’s voices were raised in frantic yells, as the soldiers broke from their evening meals and rose from their beds and readied themselves for battle. “That should be enough. Tell them to tear this place to the ground. The Lad