Ouroboros Castle Age Novels & Stories

He said our father was sitting right in the center of the bell. The SUV rounded a final, sharp curve, and the Castle of Aethelgard appeared out of the white mist like a ghost made of stone. It was a monumental fortress built directly into the sheer cliff face of a towering mountain peak, its white granite walls blending perfectly with the surrounding snow fields. It had been constructed in the eleventh century by the first lineage of the Silverbacks, a massive complex of defensive towers, narrow arrow-slits, and heavy stone bastions that overlooked the entire valley below. There were no modern Aegis signs, no enforcers in iron masks, and no tactical barriers. The castle stood silent, dark, a

I pause for a moment, “Have you found anything in the books?” Taran shakes his head, “No, history is completely different. Even the castle’s history is wrong. It was expanded in the 14th century and funded by an Earl thanking us for keeping the vampires from invading. These books say the Earl built it in the 14th century.” I turn and look at the mythology section of the library. Whispering, “I wonder,” I get up and begin looking for books on dragons. “What are we looking for now?” Taran asks curiously.

Augustine explained while pointing to the huge walls overlapping the mini ones, Allana bobbed her head in understanding and listened attentively while they walked back outside and entered another gate on the west side of the castle. “The castle complex included three moats, one of which—the outer moat—is now buried. Parts of the central moat and all of the inner moats survive. The moats have an average width of 20 m (66 ft), a maximum width of 34.5 m (113 ft), and a depth of about 2.7 m (8.9 ft). The Three Country Moat (三国堀, sangoku-bori) is a 2,500 m2 (27,000 sq ft) pond which exists inside the castle; one of the purposes of this moat was to store water for use in fire prevention.” They the

"So, what kind of castle is this? I mean, what do you call it?" I asked Mojerio with a grin as we passed through the gate to the central courtyard. He veered around only to look at me from the corner of his eye. I don't know, but the way he glanced at me felt like there was something bizarre about it. "Castle Shan," he replied with no emotion. "My ancient ancestors built this castle right after they conquered the minions of Valir. "

In the far distance I could make shape of a Large broken down castle hidden in what seemed like thick mist surrounding it. My mouth fell open in awe of it, though I could barely see much of the old structure through the dense fog. Legend had it that the dragons kept a castle of leisure deep in the Ignere forest, where they would go hunting and other things. If this was truly that castle, which no doubt it was, then it must be more than ten thousand years old. I couldn't understand how on earth it was standing after so long, then again magic had taken this forest under it spell.

She loves malls and all the things that can be done there, but sometimes she gets tired too quickly. "So, where are we going tomorrow?" Josephine asked. Rain and Sky exchanged glances. "Mom, how about we go to McKenzie Manor? We talked about this when we were in Canada," Rain said carefully. Josephine placed the spoon and fork on her plate in thought. McKenzie Manor is a castle owned by a nobleman named Gregory Alba which was built in 1786. The Alba family has lived in the castle for generations. Their wealth was immense and they continued to expand the castle and the surrounding lands, but they lived with a curse, that any first male born would die.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned the car around and disappeared, leaving only a faint layer of dust; she seemed terrified of this place. Cold air immediately surrounded me, and I looked at the ancient castle before me. I heard it's almost a hundred years old, dating back to before Alpha built the pack in this place. It was once magnificent, once very glorious, a place everyone's dream was to set foot in once to admire. But now that it's dilapidated and the grass outside is growing taller than my head, is this place inhabited?

“I will see you later. We’ve prepared a small feast in your honor.” The older shifter follows me from the courtyard into the castle. On his way, he explains that the rest of the family and Coit are also on their way, but he was closer, visiting another pack in hopes of looking for the missing shifters together, when Emory let him know I’d gotten Lydia to safety. The castle, called Burgundersee, sits next to a large lake called Lake Nett. It’s an ancient castle with eight towers, timber roofs, and turrets. It’s not nearly as large as Castle Graystone, so it doesn’t take long to reach the hospital wing.

Although it is located deep in the forest and high on top of the hills, I was nevertheless shocked at the sight. It was a typical medieval castle, and according to Dante, It has been in existence since the 11th century CE for the previous Lycan rulers to demonstrate their wealth and power to the local populace, to provide a place of defense and safe retreat in the case of attack, defend strategically important sites like river crossings, passages through hills, mountains and frontiers, and was also used as a place of residence for the royal families, nobles, the soldiers, some of the werewolves and Lycans.

from between his teeth. “Asil’s not really his name, though it’s what most people call him. They also call him the Moor.” She stiffened. Uneducated about her own kind she might be, but she’d heard of the Moor. Not a wolf to mess with. He saw her reaction, and his eyes narrowed. “If there is a wolf in this world older than my father, it might be Asil.” He seemed to be waiting for her to comment, so she finally asked, “You don’t know how old Asil is?” “I know how old he is. Asil was born just before Toby Martel, Charlemagne’s grandfather, defeated the Moors at the Battle of Tours.” She must have looked blank. “Eighth century A.D.” “That would make him . . .” “About thirteen hundred years old.