Knight Castle Crashers Novels & Stories

The knight’s entire face was covered in green armored helmet, red x on a metallic plate covering its eyes, and reflective mouth guard hiding the rest of its face. " Come, we must leave,” Ardcore said as he led the crusaders to the staircase on the far right of the castle. “You will not interfere,” Palio said as she flew towards the knight. The knight then pulled out a green shield with the red x insignia on the middle and shielded itself from the enchantress’s blast. Meanwhile, the rebels rush up to the spiral tower within the castle. As April G takes the lead, she uses her massive sickle to open the door at the top of the castle.

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That was when all the soft melodies echoing around them instantly stopped. “KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” RINGGGGGGGGGGG! The screaming noise hit the two from within the Castle walls while vibrating through its entire building. As if it made the Castle tremble, then swayed side to side as if a strong current pushed against it— “KRAKE!!! WHY ARE YOU LETTING A MONSTER THROUGH?!” An echoing girly voice was heard. Harriet stroked both of her ears, mumbling tiredly, “Come on... why this again...?”

Ferociously. Fortunately knights within the castle rallied at the door. It was thrust open, and they poured out onto the stairs. Riaura dangled out the window to see in the dim light. Horrified to see the assassin moving like nothing she’d witnessed before. And she’d seen The Nauvree. But this thing killing her men in her bailey. He moved fast. Too fast. And with precision. There were enough knights to drive him down off the steps, but it seemed not enough to get him off his feet.

The walls groaned and trembled, as if protesting the violent upheaval that threatened to tear them apart. Together, Maya and Mage navigated the chaos of collapsing walls and falling debris. The once-stable castle now seemed like a fragile shell, its grandeur crumbling in the face of nature's fury. Chandeliers swung perilously from the ceilings, paintings crashed to the ground in shattered frames, and statues of all materials – stone, marble, bronze, even precious diamond – toppled from their pedestals, their forms shattered and scattered across the floors.

Markus explained and I pouted. “That’s unfair. I wanted to see your reactions when I dropped the bomb.” “We can pretend we didn’t hear it and you can say it again.” Mia patted my shoulder, “You should have seen me kicking those Order’s asses though. I was like a ninja!” I was about to answer when I heard a rumbling sound and the walls started to shake. “This castle is going to collapse. We have to get out of here.” Dayna said as she looked at the ceiling.

"Citadel enforcers grabbed someone near Block 49. Quiet arrest. No announcement. Just cuffs, black suits, straight to the sky-road." Abigail’s eyes narrowed. "Who?" The boy shook his head. "Didn’t see his face. But he had that Ruins walk — like he knew pain too well." Abigail and Samuel exchanged a look. No words needed. Then Abigail turned and walked fast toward the safehouse. That Night The inside of the safehouse was cramped and stale. Cracked solar lamps buzzed overhead. A dusty city map was still spread out on the floor. Abigail dropped her gear and ran a hand through her hair. Samuel stepped in after her, closing the door tight.

Ramone calls, grabbing my arm as I take in the scene one last time. Nodding, I follow the irritating prince out of the building and into the night beyond. All around us, bodies litter the grounds, but they don’t belong to any of Donald’s women. No, they belonged to the bastard king, and by the looks of it, the ladies had a great time with them. As my eyes sweep the area, the earth begins to shake as the remnants of the castle crash to the ground. Debris and smoke fly towards us, blocking our vision for a moment. When it finally settles, nothing remains, only rubble.

First, a new window appears and covers the entire screen. It’s displaying the logo of the company that made the game. Then, the splash screen is replaced by a loading screen consisting of a European knight standing on a cliff and gazing down at a burning vista. The knight’s wearing a cape and most of his back is turned to the screen so Mrs. Lapuz can’t see his face. Exciting, martial music floats from the low-volume speakers of the laptop. {Yep. This is fantasy all right,} Mrs. Lapuz thinks.

A column cracked, falling sideways in slow motion, horizontal for a second before gravity caught it and slammed it down—creating a narrow bridge between two sections of floor. “This is wrong,” I gasped, grabbing at Corvin’s sleeve to keep my balance as the hallway twisted. “It’s like the castle is… glitching.” “It’s not glitching,” he said. “It’s playing.” A section of floor dropped out ahead of us. Corvin hauled me back at the last second; my toes slipped on the crumbling edge. Below, nothing. Not even fog. Just void. The Lord of the Castle watched us with delighted interest, like a kid shaking an ant farm.