Nimbus Castle Hidden Treasure Novels & Stories

Claire didn’t want to stay another second in this town. “Yes! My baby—my cars, my yacht—I’m coming home!” Matteo cheered, bouncing away toward the hotel. —— Josef’s lessons with Violet had reached their final day. He asked her to wait a moment, then opened the safe beside him and retrieved a tightly sealed box. Violet followed his movements with curiosity. “What is it now? Another treasure for me to see?” Over the past few days, she had already seen enough rare pieces to confirm Edward’s claim: Josef’s private collection rivals a museum. She fully expected him to pull out another vintage artifact. Instead, he placed a brand-new presentation box in front of her.

There was nothing until there was creaking. A section of the wall beside the fireplace began to shift, the sound of stone grinding against stone filling the room. Slowly, a hidden doorway revealed itself, sliding open to expose a secret chamber. My stomach churned at the sight of the room hidden within the very walls of the castle, yet furnished with the kind of opulence that would rival any noble’s quarters. Soft, ambient lighting cast a warm glow over the space, highlighting the intricate carvings on the wooden beams and the luxurious tapestries that adorned the walls.

It was these fake interactions that soured the title. A loud shriek caught my ear and I searched for the source. Hamish had left Benjamin’s side and while everyone else was searching the back part of the property, Natasha had found a secret door that was hidden in the ground between two fountains. Tencrest had plenty of secret rooms and doors, but this one was never used. The gardener used it for equipment at one point, until I had a large greenhouse with storage built on the edge of the garden. I was impressed with her innovation.

And why had it been hidden in the mansion all these years? As the night deepened, Clara and Wickham stayed awake long after the children had gone to bed. Together, they poured over the old blueprints and parchments, searching for clues about the orb and the relics mentioned in the letter. “Look here,” Wickham said, pointing to a sketch of the mansion’s underground tunnels. “There’s a symbol etched here, one we haven’t seen before. It matches the engraving on the orb.” Clara leaned closer, her eyes narrowing. “If the relic was one of many, then these tunnels might have been a storage ground for others. What if we didn’t destroy everything?”

It was nearly midnight, and the group—Finrir, Tritan, Nerissa, Joe, Bryan, and Madissa—carefully navigated their way through the castle's remnants. Once they descend to the great hall, the tapestries catch the faint glow from the waystick, causing the phosphorus luminous paint to emit a faint glow in dim hues, providing just enough light to guide them outside. Swimming into the open waters beyond the castle, Finrir and Tritan communicate silently through their bond-link. Tritan hands the waystick to Finrir, who affixes it to his pack with the point directing forward, serving as their only source of light.

Marilyn laughed softly, "I think you’re a young soul caught in a very large, very old gear. The Council sees signs in their porridge if it helps them keep power. But I’ll tell you a secret, Raven. The men in this castle think they run the world because they can grow fur and howl at the moon. But it’s the ones who keep their heads when the world goes mad who actually survive the winter." She leaned in, her eyes twinkling with a spark of rebellion that I hadn't expected. "If you find yourself near the Old Weir in the Ridge—the place where the water used to run before the Great Slide—stay to the left of the stone markers. The ground is solid there, even when the snow melts and turns the rest to

Amadeus and Hayley were holding two flashlights as they wandered into a dark abandoned castle. They passed through the bailey and walked up the stairs before they went to the king's court searching for a supposed tomb that the book of the unbinding told them about. They had gone back in time to get to the firestone that was hidden in a werewolf castle about fifteen years ago. The whole place was empty, what they saw were mostly human skeletons, broken vessels, swords, and empty cupboards. The castle walls were cracked and the chambers were covered by spiders web. Hayley used her magic to get them underneath the castle. She said a fire spell and the torches affixed to the wall got lit up by f

She said and left Tiana alone. A witch, a demon hybrid, what of Gerard and that Kwan? What were they? Demon? what could Nicklaus be? A hybrid too? This was crazy, has to be a bad dream. *** Nicklaus watched the castle, where he used to live, where he had grown up, from a mountain far away. The castle where heavily guarded. Every gate, every corner, every door was guarded by soldiers with weapons. It would be impossible to enter and kill his brother unless his brother decided to come out.

Walking into the castle observing far to many priceless artifacts smashed and broken furniture in pieces along with tapestries hung on the walls shredded revealing the stonework behind them. Under normal circumstances I would be pissed losing all of it, but I failed Nik by not coming sooner, he couldn’t come back to the states quick enough so regrettably he was left here alone in his own grief. I made it a few more feet into the large entry way when the scent of death overtook my senses picking up my pace, I followed it to a large hallway when the rancid smell of blood hit me in the face raising Fenris’s hackles. I pressed the large mahogany door open there was copious amounts of blood splat

as her bastard daughter to help her prepare for war. I move around the room, packing satchels with hex bags, potions, powders, casting gems—everything she might need. That’s when she enters, speaking to her second-in-command. “Where did they find it?” she demands of Sybil. “In one of the underwater caves in Loch Ness. Hiding in the aura of the monster there.” The Red One cackles. “Clever. I suppose it’d have to be, to have survived this long.” She throws her hood back. Her beauty is sharp and cruel. Her white hair gleams like bone, and deep lines frame her twisted grin.