Inside Dungeon Bran Castle Novels & Stories

The tunnel entrance shut then they began walking straight after the stairs. "We're walking underneath the Boarders....just so you know" Balon explained. "To think that theres a tunnel underneath this..." Diego was still amazed. "Yeah its genius isnt it?" Balon said, "Long ago Lord Bronwyn built this tunnel to secretly meet with the Frosts without the knowledge of the Dornish." The temperature suddenly dropped. She heard Altar curse,"Oh Shit....." They walked for ten minutes then found stairs that lead up. Balon opened the tunnel with his Earth powers then a cold wind welcomed them.

Yet about the time that she opens her mouth to decline is the same time that Hunter comes over to Adam and tugs on his shirt. “Yeah, buddy?” Adam asks the child with a big smile. “Liam says you got a dungeon here in your castle! Is he lying?” Hunter asks Adam with a serious frown. “He's not lying to you. I do have a dungeon. It's right below us.” Hunter's eyes go wide as saucer plates and his mout forms an astonished 'oh' for a moment before the excitement sets in. He bounces up and down on his heels begging, “Can I please see it? Please?”

Curiosity tugs at my thoughts, wondering where Lucien disappears to every night, but now is not the time for such ponderings. Leaving the comfort of the opulent upper floors, I make my way down to the depths of the castle, descending to the gloomy dungeon level. The familiar toxic air grows damp and heavy, the scent of must and decay permeating the dimly lit corridors. As I navigate through the labyrinthine passages, my heart races with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

She took one last sad look at the tombstones and nodded, ready to leave. Back inside the cottage basement, Nina, Max, Sara and Dmitri all stood around the table with maps of the surrounding Hoia Forest where Madeline is hiding with Angel. "Okay," Sara started, "so we can't get a layout of the castle itself since no one except Madeline and her forces have been in there but a Witch who survived the bombings who had been there before has given us a rough estimation of the layout. It has three stories above ground and three sub-basements, I guess you can call them. Only two ways inside this castle. The entrances, weak points and windows will be guarded but I believe most of the guards will be gu

Bran closed his eyes and gave himself up to the wolf dream, to the smells and sounds of midnight. When they woke the next morning, the fire had gone out and the Liddle was gone, but he'd left a sausage for them, and a dozen oatcakes folded up neatly in a green and white cloth. Some of the cakes had pinenuts baked in them and some had blackberries. Bran ate one of each, and still did not know which sort he liked the best. One day there would be Starks in Winterfell again, he told himself, and then he'd send for the Liddles and pay them back a hundredfold for every nut and berry.

My eyes take a brief assessment of the skies overhead and I can see the rear of the castle. The dungeons are underground. A hallway runs through the castle to the caverns beneath and I expected that I would be taken through that same hallway on my way back, but I was made to walk another path instead and climb a flight of stairs to another exit. I could barely think through the pain I was feeling and the tears leaking from my eyes, but now I wonder, did the guards just make me ascend stairs that would lead to the rear of the Raliegh castle, or had they been told to do so?

I joked, earning myself a warm chuckle from Barlion. "Is he still there?" I asked. "Dorian, is he still under the castle?" Barlion nodded his head without any words but I saw anger flash through his eyes. "Wouldn't anyone find out?" I asked again. Barlion hummed. "No, they won't. Not a single royals goes down to the dungeons beneath the main castle. They're too good for that place." I could hear a sarcastic tone on the last sentence, or maybe it's the eyes rolling that gave it away.

Some of my clan could not come out during the day but we were still like any other living, breathing mammal and had to breathe fresh air. Once we were inside the entrance. I crawled my way down the breezeway till I made it to a darkened tunnel. This was just where I wanted to go. I dropped out of the shaft and flew over to one of the chains holding a burned-out lantern hanging from the ceiling. Once we were in the tunnel, I started to fly down to the dungeon to see if she was there first. Before too long, we came upon the barred cages. I had to say, this was worse than I thought. He just let this castle degrade after all these years. Just then, I thought I recognized a certain scent. I made

“Come, Joy. The fresh air will help you feel better.” “Your mother said she’s not to leave these chambers yet,” Tilda warned. “My mother doesn’t have to know,” Brenan replied with a wink. Before the healer had a chance to argue, he opened the window next to my bed and motioned for me to follow him. He lifted me to sit me on the windowsill, and only then I found out I was almost underground: the window opened only inches above the grass. Brenan climbed by my side and helped me out. The castle was in the middle of a broad meadow surrounded by forest. We sat down under the sun, a few steps away from the window, against the stone wall raising a hundred feet over our heads.

The shattered remnants of the grand staircase have been cleared, the skeletal remains of the eastern wing have been safely demolished, and the heavy, reinforced framing for the new sanctuary halls is already rising against the horizon. I stand near the supply tents, wrapping my hands around a steaming mug of herbal tea, simply watching the courtyard breathe again. And right in the centre of the organized chaos is Bran. The emaciated, terrified rogue we pulled from the pantry just forty-eight hours ago is completely unrecognizable. After a few hot meals and a solid night's sleep, Bran has thrown himself into the physical labour with a desperate, humbling gratitude. He is currently standing sh