Moon Over Ruined Castle Novels & Stories

THE MOON CURSE Death…… She had no idea if it was just her, but Shirley could feel she could hear death's voice. Feel it hovering in the atmosphere, with its sharp claws and fangs looking for the next person to take along with her. She had felt it that night, a few weeks ago, minutes before her best friend died. Anita……

"Derek, what was all the fuss about you giving me some of your blood that night? Robert asked you a lot of questions about it." "When people like us decide to get married, there's a special ceremony that takes place. They stand outside under the moon, generally the day before or the day after a full moon. The ceremony is quite simple. One of them will make a small cut on the other one, generally on the wrist though placement is up to them. Then they kiss the area, making sure to take a small bit of the blood into their mouth. Then they recite the words that seal the bond. After the first person is done, the second person repeats the process. It's sort of like exchanging rings and vows, one a

Vira sighed. "Do you really think he could do this?" Carra and Vira looked at each other, noting that the girl Nella was really naive. If it weren't for someone behind it, what would be the benefit to Lancelot, a human, who had just come to the Copperstone castle, to set fire to Carra's solitary courtyard for no reason?

He is going to kill me when he sees this. I had a “little” breakdown, and now it looks like a bomb went off. Chairs are overturned, books scattered, and the curtains now resemble a tattered flag on a battlefield. I catch my reflection in a cracked mirror. My hair is a mess, and my eyes are wild with anger and confusion. This isn’t me. What has gotten into me? I turn and look out the huge window. The moon shines above, and I feel both peace and turmoil. The room is eerily quiet until I hear the door softly creak open. Frank enters cautiously.

Celeste's pov The castle's collapse stopped as suddenly as it began. We stood in the courtyard, gasping for breath, watching as the corruption drained from the stone like poison being leeched from a wound. The writhing shadows retreated, the twisted architecture straightened, and slowly—painfully—Moonstone Castle began to resemble itself again. "It's over," Mira whispered beside me, her voice hollow with exhaustion. "She's really gone." I couldn't speak but only stare at my hands—still stained with Mother's black blood, still trembling from the weight of the sword I'd driven through her back.

I growl and try to stand again, but my body just shuts down and there’s nothing I can do about it. “Don’t bother.” The voice cuts through the haze, sharp and taunting. I blink up, my vision narrowing on the man who spoke to me earlier. He approaches slowly, his boots clicking against the floor with every step he takes. “You put up quite a fight,” he says, crouching beside me. His lips curl into a satisfied smirk. “But it’s over now, Castell.” I growl weakly, my body trembling with the effort. The man tilts his head, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself. A respectable Alpha turned traitor—for what? Love? Lust? You and your rebel

The very atmosphere seems to hum with ethereal melodies, creating an enchanting symphony that resonates through the land. The castle of Stardust stands tall and majestic, its spires reaching towards the heavens. Constructed from shimmering moonstone, it gleams under the starlit sky, casting an otherworldly radiance. The castle's halls are adorned with tapestries woven from celestial threads, depicting celestial beings and celestial events, their vibrant colors seemingly alive with movement.

The surroundings remained unchanged, and the barrier still loomed in front of us, unaffected by the crystal’s presence. “We did everything right, did we not?” I muttered, a sense of frustration creeping in. Troy chimed in, “It seemed like the perfect match. I do not understand why nothing is happening.” Antonio, equally puzzled, remarked, “Maybe there is something more to it, something we are missing.” Just when we thought all hope was lost and the barrier remained unmoved, the invisible force suddenly shattered. Without hesitation, we stepped through the now-opened passage. The dark, winding passage led us into a breathtaking garden, adorned with vibrant flowers and enchanting trees. In the

"What something?" "I don't know yet." "You had an expression…" "I was surprised." "You were more than surprised." He held her gaze steadily. "The column of light," he said. "The direction it went." He paused. "In the old stories, the ones the elders tell about the Moon-touched, there's a specific manifestation. Something that only the most powerful Moon-touched could do." He stopped. "What manifestation?" He looked at her hands. Then at the sky where the light had gone.

But when he looked again, there was no one there. Just Jane, unconscious on the floor. And the iron door, twisted out of shape, hung crooked on its hinges. “That… that student in the uniform. Did you see him?” Ryan’s voice trembled as he grabbed Wendy’s arm. Wendy was already pale with fear. She struggled out of his grip, her voice breaking. “What student? Ryan, are you out of your mind? “The door blew open by itself! This place is cursed. I’m leaving!” She didn’t even try to keep up her usual composure.