Novel & Cerita L M Montgomery The Blue Castle

They weren't trying to look young; they embodied a rugged, commanding maturity that was far more intimidating. “Ladies,” Henry Montgomery said, his voice a smooth, deep baritone that seemed to vibrate in the large space. He was the tallest, with salt-and-pepper hair at his temples and eyes the color of a stormy sea. “Welcome to my home. I’m Henry. This is George, Frederick, and William.”

She tucks her hand into a pocket of her robe wordlessly. “When I was even younger, she showed Eva and I this patch of winter blueberries. They grow on the mountain Kar Castle sits atop, but only in a few places. So, the two of us were sitting in this dead boring history lesson, and I looked out the window, and I could’ve sworn I saw the patch. The very one she showed us.” Candace covers her mouth to hide a small laugh. I bump my hip into hers. “Don’t laugh! I told you, Eva has it all wrong, so you don’t know the end yet.”

It was cozy and homely, comfortable and calming. “Lamia redesigned every nook and cranny of this castle when she took over MacTire.” I turn to see a tiny female with dark skin, bright orange hair, and luminous eyes watching me and Morgan. She wore a red leather vest and black leather pants. Her frame was tiny but the confidence and aura that surrounded her was powerful and regal. “Tawny!” Morgan lets go of my hand and rushes to the tiny female who greets her with open arms and an equally wide smile.

The castle was breathtaking, so when Jamira went to open the blue doors, I felt like my lungs were empty. In the room was silver all around. The black sun shone above the middle of the room. The roof, a circular hole. In the center of the room were 3 thrones. Two big ones, and a smaller one in between. The one on the right was red obsidian, the one on the left was a bright silver crystal that was see-threw, and the one in the middle was a blue azurite. I knew that the one in the middle was for me. It was the same color as my eye. As gorgeous as the room was, no one was in it.

LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come. Two years ago, Travis and I left the Golden Circle pack in the dead of night to come back to MacTire (which literally meant wolf in ancient Gaelic). With the help of Alpha Greg from the Crescent Moon pack and my Uncle, we found out this castle was once the home of my ancestors. It was once upon a time home to a king and queen from the old world, who had been overthrown by humans and the pack massacred by hunters.

The maid blushed and ducking her head down, she said, "Your wedding suit is getting ironed. It will be here in a few minutes." "Okay, you can go now," I commanded before strolling toward the balcony. I looked out of the balcony, my eyes filling with pride seeing the prestigious place I was in. Laxa Castle. A castle located in the heart of the woods away from the hustle and bustle of cities. Both of us were gifted with this beautiful place where the Blood Moon's rays shine with the greatest intensity, right, Silas? Laxa Castle wasn't an ordinary castle because this was the only spot where the Blood Moon would show up before showcasing itself in the rest of the world. This meant that I would g

“We’re here.” I inhaled sharply and looked ahead. Sure enough, the road continued north but off to the right, was a giant gothic-style castle nestled into the mountainside. It very well could have been the inspiration for Dracula’s castle in the illustrated version I had in my little library. All that was missing was storms and lightening over the top of it. While it was supposed to snow soon, the sky was clear and just starting to show signs of sundown.

The pause in my talking had my mother speak up again, “whoever they are, I will be proud of you and love you the same.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Thanks, mum,” I offered. “Anyway, I’ll be heading to Cardiff tomorrow, so I’ll let you know if they happen to be there. I’m not giving up just yet.” I made myself sound more cheerful than I really felt. “Oh, I visited there once. You’ll love the castle and all the cute dragon themed stuff!” My mother chirped happily on the phone. “It isn’t as big as London, though not small by any means! Try to enjoy yourself sweetpea!”

Excusing himself, Montgomery grabbed a glass off brandy and headed into a quiet corner of the ballroom to get away from the thickly coagulating cigar smoke. As he was about to open the doors to one of the more private balconies, Montgomery glanced at the shadow outside, and saw a most serene picture. As if it were a tourism or wedding gown magazine cover, his bride stood facing the setting sun. Her brown hair and white gown blowing gently in the wind, standing out against the red and orange sky. Would there come a day when you smile at me this way? In total surrender and awe… “Beautiful, isn’t she?” Granny came to Montgomery’s side with a glass of wine in her hand. “What can I say? I always

34 We reached her door. Just as she was about to step inside, I said, “Did you know Ransom Canyon is also called the Milk Castle?” She turned back with curious eyes. “I’ve heard that.” “There’s an old legend,” I began. “They say that when the castle walls were being built, there was a severe drought. No water could be found, so the builders used milk from their livestock to make the mortar. That’s why they call it the Milk Castle.”