Kenilworth Novels & Stories

~~~Julian Cesario's Pov I was in London conducting pack business with my Uncle Thorn. We were at his home, Eltham Palace, which was a large house in Eltham, within the Royal Borough of Greenwich, South East London, England. I wanted to go home so desperately. I'd been in Eltham for the past two weeks now forming alliances with other pack leaders from different territories, from any unwanted threat that could cause any damage to our own pack in the near future.

, Lena said to Dawn, a couple of hours later, pushing away the file she’d been skimming through “all these words are starting to blur together” “Theres no need”, Dawn said looking up from the page she had been reading “I know where Mathew Drummond is buried”. “Where?” Lena asked, leaning over to read the paper. “’Ravenhill Cemetery’”, Dawn read aloud “’In a grave marked with his initials MD’”. “That’s it?” Lena questioned “there aren’t any other markings or writing on it?” “I’m afraid not”, Dawn answered. She looked up at her friend “you didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you?” she teased.

He heard that Jerell is a scholar but what is his Blitzkrieg gift? "You can only be one if you have accepted death wholeheartedly. According to… the answer provided to me, the Queen will invite you to be a dweller in her Queendom. Then, you're going to decide for yourself which Edifice you want to belong to. "There are ten edifices. The current Queen once belonged to the Cathedral. The Cathedral is where Angels dwell." "Dimensia," Dylan blinked. "Why is it called that way? Is it because of the word Dimension?"

Mary Redferne Walking down the aisle at The Fearrington Inn felt like stepping into a fairytale. The venue, adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, exuded an intimate charm that warmed my heart. Joseph stood at the end of the aisle, his eyes sparkling with emotion as he watched me approach.

“I really appreciate it.” By the time they returned back to the palace it was a bit late. She had her supper in her own rooms and went to bed early. It was going to be a big day for her and she didn’t want to spoil it no matter what. Neal found it hard to forgive the woman he loved so dearly. How could she betray him like that? After everything he had done for her, after giving her his heart and she just tramped upon it as if it was nothing. Neal was the last-born child of the current king and queen of Qarth. His family had been ruling for long and they were respected globally. Being the youngest he got spoiled by his mother, he did whatever he wanted which included being with the girl he li

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

One of Nigel’s friends lives on the Wentworth estate. We pass the estate and keep on the main road until there is a sign for Windlesham. Less than a mile later we turn off into a tree-lined road. There are large houses on either side of it. The road takes another turn and we come upon two large stone pillars with lions on the top. The name of the house is craved into stone. I take my cellphone out and text Rosa. Knightsbrook Manor, Windlesham R osa’s reply is instant: Jesus, I know that place. It’s a fucking palace.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.