Mlp Castle Novels & Stories

“Thanks, Beta. You may now return to… whatever steamy activity you were mid-soap in.” The castle looms ahead—imposing, beautiful, a blend of old stone majesty and sleek modern elegance. Seven floors from what I can see. A massive fountain stands proudly out front, crowned by two carved wolves and a statue of the Moon Goddess. The gardens on either side burst with exotic trees and flowers, some clearly not native. I drive past the main structure and follow a narrow road toward the training arena. It’s massive—open-air, stone-lined, surrounded by bleachers. Real gladiator vibes.

I want to shout at them but my body still won't respond. "She has to be, but she will be fine in a few minutes," the bald hulk says. They start walking towards a house. I thought Jace's house was a mansion but this is a castle! The castle is built with old stones of varying shapes and sizes and the flowery vines growing up the walls makes it look like it has been drawn out of a fairy tale. Whoa! Is this real? There is a short man standing at the entrance of the building wearing like ... a butler? Is this some fancy hotel or something.

If malevolence had the power to manifest itself in stone and mortar, then Rag Castle was its purest embodiment. It bespoke, with its sombre grey walls and stagnant putrid moat, a clear warning to stay away -- or else. A warning that seemed to have prevailed upon the wildlife of the area to perform a mass exodus many years ago. Doom-laden and desolate, its enormous bulk cast a pall of deep unease upon the land. As Malone and Abigail drove across the drawbridge into the courtyard their first impressions were radically different.

“Where is this castle? There is no castle anywhere in this county or the next.” Bess chuckled. “It would depend on what county you speak of,” she said with humor. “I am unfamiliar with where you came from, but I know very well where you are now. You are nestled in the Catskill Mountains just west of Monticello, New York near a little spoken of town called Honeyville. Master Rowan had this castle built well over a century ago as a place to lay his head when he was in this country. It is a lovely home with 44 rooms, 32 stairwells, 18 fireplaces and 21 chimneys, all hewn from hand-mixed reinforced concrete in a blend of medieval, Byzantine, and Gothic styles. When you are feeling better,

We all looked at her itinerary and looked at her impressed. The day consisted mostly of visiting the Prague castle and its surrounding. We got some stunning photos from the castle overlooking the Castle District with its beige houses with reddish roofs. Being one of the oldest castles in existence it had a lot of things to offer from museums to churches and even gardens. It took up most of our day. +++

A back car stopped in front of a big castle. Quickly the chauffeur came out of the car and opened the backseat door. Mark stepped out of the car and looked at his front at the huge castle- Castle of Velrenia. Michael too stood beside him. Castle of Velrenia is more like an illusion for humans. There were hundreds of rooms in the castle excluding the Palace offices. The Palace Chief head Brodie Cloy came there and shook hands with Mark, followed by Michael. “It is my pleasure to meet you. Hope you have a safe journey,” Brodie stated as he stepped back.

Harvey continues, practical as always. “The castle has weaknesses. The power system is redundant but depends on diesel generators. If we can cut off the supply, the security goes down. There’s a blind spot on the east side, near the cliff. We can use that. And Maeve said her father still keeps a private office on the third floor. If we can get in there, we might find more evidence.” I sit in the chair next to Harvey and look at the images of the castle again. “Is he there right now?” I ask.

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.

“Can you tell me what I’m seeing right now? Everything is … confusing me…” Where Malachi’s kingdom was soft, warm and controlled, Cassian’s seemed … cold. Very unlike him. Set atop a mountain with a terrifying drop, his castle is more of a fortress than anything else. There are gleaming structures as far as the eye can see, as well as silver orbs that look like they’re floating around all by themselves.

Chapter 32 MALAKAI ​There was a real castle from medieval times sitting in the middle of a rainforest. Black iron gates surrounded it and ravens circled above. ​"Maybe it is haunted." I shuddered, looking at the creepy house that seemed to lean to one side. ​"Afraid of ghosts, too?" Alaric bumped my shoulder and I growled at him. ​"You are the one afraid of ghosts." I mumbled, quickly taking it back when Alaric turned on me.