Inside Castle Walls Novels & Stories

I just ignored him and acted as if it was nothing. This man is indeed thick-skinned. We passed by smooth as well as rough terrains, steep hills, and even crossed shallow waters. It took us an hour and a half before reaching a wide-open area. We are now standing meters away from the tall, thick, and strong walls of the Ignis Hella castle. From a distance, the castle stood so majestic and perfect on top of a hill from its dark blue-grey stone walls, high towers with small slit-like windows, and battlements, to its other features.

said Nick looking round at the very tall walls. The castle had tiny windows, and there weren't that many of them from what he could see. It must be pitch black, inside he thought, no wonder Millie tripped and fell. They walked along the path at the edge of the courtyard until they came to the archway that was the entrance to the inside of the castle. Without thinking about it, Nick hammered on the door.

He smiled with a cheeky grin and extended his arm to gesture at us to enter the foyer ahead of him. I smiled, eager to step in from this bitter cold. How did northern packs survive the winters here? I wondered as I waited for my father, Kreon and our guard, Liam, to join me inside. Brandon stepped in front of us extending his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Welcome to Castle Crescent Wind.” I looked around the large room. There were staircases in front, on the left and right both leading to a small landing, then extending upwards in a grander staircase. The floors were marble, pure white as snow and marbled with flakes of gold. I bet the sun looked fantastic in the mornings from here. The wall

Please, he begged to the Moon Goddess, please let them be safe. As the fog thinned more and more, the castles’ surrounding and details became more prominent than before. Eerie dead trees surrounded the area of the clearing and around the castles walls, dead thorny bushes lay around the trees roots, the steps leading up to the front stone door which had the top half destroyed, broken to almost nothing. Brown wilting vines had crawled up the walls to the crumbling, old tiles on the roof, some vines worming their way into visible cracks in the walls and just barely covering the patches of moss which were scattered all over the castle walls. It seems the only living things inside this place are

she threw a warm smile over her shoulder, directed at Elliot. I moved back a little, walking slowly next to Elliot, “Is she talking about Chaos?” I whispered. “Mhmm,” he responded with a light nod. My mind was swirling with questions. How did she know with a single glance at Elliot? Xantha’s main castle was stunning. The exterior was a deep, almost black-blue stone with creeping vines covering a large portion of the walls. Crystal clear blue waters surround the base of the castle, flowing into nearby canals that traveled away from the castle. The guards posted on each side of the door bowed as we walked across the bridge before opening the large double doors.

Those pictures didn’t have shit on this place! The castle wasn’t the cold stone walls and dimly lit rooms that I’d imagined when Zane started talking about living in a castle. If anything, it looked like a resort where people had to pay a lung and half a liver just to get a day pass. The walls were creamy white with gold and red archways and carpets. The walls were decorated with extravagant paintings of previous Kings and Queens and shiny weapons, with the names of the owners on bronze plates below.

What happened to Becca and Maria? Oh, thank God, we finally made it he had me walking and it felt like forever I'm sure he's used to all this but I'm not I don't like walking or running or any kind of exertion if I can avoid it. We reached his home, and it was literally a castle: tall stone walls protected the inside, there were guards along the top wall. I'm sure they recognized the king, and they raise the gate so we could get inside. This castle didn't have a moat or anything like that. No drawbridge either, it also wasn't dark or gloomy. It was still daylight, and the castle was very bright and airy, the old stone walls had moss growing on it. It reminded me of the photos I've seen of ca

It would give me something to boast about. Six solid, square towers reach twice the next tallest building in this elegant castle and are connected by fairly low, chunky walls made of basalt. The walls were just for the pathway. In fact, the towers are what was important. Each one stood up tall and wide on newly made cliffs, each sealed by an elemental seal. You had to solve a little game to enter. The towers had floors, and on each floor, I was thinking of some sort of mechanism or trap. That way, the treasure that would be on top will have great protection. I admit I like the sound of dangerous games.

He didn’t hesitate. The castle consumed us. And the walls, I swear, the walls were listening. The halls of the castle were wide enough for four people to walk abreast. I kept close to the walls, though, as if the damn thing might grab me and accuse me of trespassing. Too big. Too sharp-cornered. Too deliberate. Every hallway spilled with history, walls clad in red banners and oil portraits of dragons with eyes like Kellan’s. Like Nora’s. Eyes that had seen war and fire and gods crashing down. We weren’t made for places like this. Bloodpine taught us to cut through thorns, not slip through marble halls on magic and manners.

It has that eerie yet fantasy-like feeling like you've brought in another dimension. The castle stood tall as it almost reached the sky, touching the clouds. Thin walls made of white stones with elegant windows are scattered generously across in an asymmetric pattern, with symmetric crenelations for archers and artillery. Statues of the elders are lined up outside the castle front, serving as a reminder of their leadership. My eyes gaze upon a sculpture that resembles Dominic.