Midnight Castle Forum Novels & Stories

Someone went scorched earth and whoever did it had access to upper echelon Council access. Doing all of that without Thorne knowing is not just unlikely, it's impossible. But isn't that the only explanation left? A ping drags my attention to one of the forums I'm tracking. An encrypted back-channel where the weirdos and obsessives swap theories about supernatural lore. A new post: moonlight and the star's cradle. My pulse kicks up as I click through, the page loading slow as molasses. I'm hit with a super simple site, black background, white text, it just screams "paranoid conspiracy theorist."

He gave me a wink. "Cool." I smiled feeling a bit better now. This whole conversation took a weight off of me. We continued to talk for the remaining time, about other game rooms they had and how the village of the Pack surrounding the castle was beautiful to walk through at night. Cliff said they have lanterns of different colors set up along the paths through the village an some stores an shops are open late so a lot of people are getting drunk every night or going out to eat. " Us in the Castle though - we only get to go out for an hour on Friday nights..." his shoulders hung. "Shoot, Going to the vampires territory is the most fun I'll have in a while." He laughed shaking his head to him

A lot was wrong with this castle and a lot needed to be done. There were maids who attained to our needs like bathing and feeding yet the hallway is always counting. Werewolves cook our food, the witches worked in the lab and the demons as guards , harmony yet individuality. I headed to my room, the talk with Lissa has me calling home. "Hello, Beta Martins speaking how may I help you?" I draw back staring at the telephone to be sure I held the gadget right. "Beta Martin? Well that has a nice touch to it don't you agree?"

I tensed, my breath catching as I turned to face the guards again. The gates creaked open, and we were led inside the palace walls. The castle wasn’t as big as the one back home, but it was certainly prettier. The walls weren’t of harsh, dark stone. They were a soft and textureless pink, broken with columns of white and cream. The guards instructed Cerus’s men to feed and rest the horses, while the stablemen kept an eye on them. Cerus and I were to meet with the king. We dismounted, and I wrapped the cloak tightly around myself before following Cerus.

And presented I was. As my guards paraded me through the hall, I could see them smiling. I could hear screams, and the crack of implements. The proprietors of The Castle had gone to a lot of trouble to recreate a very scary medieval dungeon. Racks, iron maidens, stocks, hot irons. Disneyland for twisted desires. The only light was from torches. There were six women chained, naked, to the back wall. I became the seventh while my three Masters conferred with a man wearing a black tunic and black leggings. He was quite handsome -- rugged face, dark brown hair and well-barbered beard. He had one ruby earring in his ear. He was showing my Masters a rack with dozens of impact toys -- floggers, sin

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

Desperately. The computer screens lit up the moment I wiggled my wireless mouse. I leaned back in my black-and-red gaming chair and brought up the five forums where I spent most of my free time. I hunched, braless, over my desk, looking at who all was online in the middle of the night. Like me, most of my online friends lurked at any and all hours. There was a heated debate going on in one of the forums about dragons and hoarding. Some of my fellow dragon obsessives were convinced all dragons hoarded treasure. Gold, specifically.

And Kael had rejected me in front of two hundred witnesses. So I needed leverage. There were rumors circulating through the castle since we arrived. Most of the maids and palace staff whispered about what happens at midnight. I'd overheard two of them that evening in the hallway outside our guest room, speaking quietly. "No one stays in the pack house past midnight," the first one had said. "That's the rule. You gather your things and you leave before the clock strikes, no exceptions." "I know the rule," the second one said. "I'm just saying it's strange. A castle this big and only the alpha sleeps in it."

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

The top two photos will have a chance to be the cover of the next issue of »Sensation« and there will also be a multi-page article with pictures. A casting will take place this weekend in Los Angeles. Well, I expect full commitment.' She paused briefly and then said venomously to Mandy: 'From you too, despite the joker.' The girls continued their breakfast, murmuring softly. "Oh man, is she in a mood again today," Mandy mumbled annoyed. 'I suspect bad things.' It seemed as if Mandy's hunch would be confirmed, for Harriet was always nagging and bullying the girls whenever she could. This went on for the entire bus ride and then continued on site. The castle lay on a steep cliff and could only