Inside Dungeon Bran Castle Novels & Stories

He stumbled out of the wagon to push the barn doors open. His mouth fell open at the sight before him. Men and women were everywhere, removing rubble from the castle. Most of the stone structure was still standing, but anything that had been built of wood had vanished into ash. Joanna was calling out instructions, which Mr. Tate then repeated to the men in the midst of the stones of the castle, and Duncan passed along instructions to the women who were in charge of removing furniture. Brock recognized their faces. People from the village, his tenants, and even the children were there. Joanna noticed him and smiled. She gave a few more instructions before walking over.

The pack was very passive though and I can’t remember a single time that we had to use that while I was living there. Taking a deep breath I square my shoulder and step forward, carefully making my way down the spiral staircase. Drago is following close behind and his eyes are focused. No book in his hand right now, he is hyper vigilant as he guards us. We make it to the bottom and I blink my eyes, adjusting to the dimness of the room. It’s not pitch black, just very dim giving the people inside the impression that no time has passed. Like a form of torture. I look around and I find myself not surprised by the surroundings. It looks like a dungeon you would find in a fantasy novel, one with

You act without thinking! The guard led Shaun up the stairs to the first floor of the castle. It was the first time Shaun had been inside the castle; the interior was decorated with dark wood and light blue tapestries. Blue and white carpets lined the walkways, lit up by small lanterns. Although Nightstar Pack was a relatively small pack, the castle was covered in lavish decorations. Shaun's journey through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle led him to the heart of the Alpha's domain—the council room. Twelve figures sat in solemn judgment, their eyes boring into him with a scrutiny that made his skin crawl. Alpha Thorne, a commanding presence seated upon his throne, regarded Shaun with

The Moonstone resting on my chest feels heavier than before, like it’s pulled deeper into me. Kaelith walks alongside me, not uttering a word. A silence that says something and pays attention. Words aren't necessary. We had done enough in the process of the ritual. Getting close to the main camp gates, I catch sight of some movement around the palace steps. Bran. He just got off his horse, which is still covered in dust from the ride. He catches my gaze in the low light, and I sense something's off before he even opens his mouth. "We need to talk," he says.

Hidden between the thick branches of a big tree, I assessed the ground in front of me. The dungeons, where I needed to be, were to the south. At the back of the castle and under the ground. There were at least forty guards, twenty guarding the border walls and twenty on the ground. And goddess knows how many were inside the actual dungeons. I climbed down the tree silently and steadily. And now the question was, how could I enter the dungeons without anyone noticing me? How? How? H-

Chapter 83 Atlantis; Central City Bryan, overwhelmed by the awe-inspiring story, suddenly recalls the sight of another prominent building adjacent to the grand castle. Clicking his tongue softly to gather the group's attention, he gracefully signs, "The big building next to the castle seemed like it was in better shape. Maybe we should see if there's anything useful there." Tritan nods in agreement, and together, they swim out gracefully, careful not to disturb the contents of the grand hall behind them. The phosphorescent paints continue to illuminate the hall, casting an ethereal glow as the group makes their way towards the carriage needed to traverse the expansive castle grounds.

And so, we hasten through the dark hallways, taking care to remain as silent as possible. Thankfully, Klevon is here with me. He is at least familiar with the layout of the castle. The plan is that, Ninus and Bryer will check the towers. Klevon and I are tasked with probing the dungeon. Then we reconvene in the throne room. However, despite being close to our destination, we encountered no black creature. Nothing of the beast that Klevon killed yesterday. Are they all out? Looking for human prey? When we reach the dungeon’s entrance, Klevon looks at me before pushing it open. We step into it, and I sense Klevon stops. I know the cause of it.