Novel & Cerita Prisoners Of The Castle

The gates were wide open, moonlight spilling over the front of the castle, and there was a large truck parked outside with a solid iron cage mounted on top. Am I going to be sold?

It seemed something impossible if her daughter was brought by that man. Then, Rebecca called one of her subordinates to come to her immediately. It didn't take long for Pitter's figure to come to face her still in her human form. "Find out about the black castle?" "It seems that the castle is under heavy guard, Madam. In fact, its members are not allowed to enter carelessly." "What is it that has such strict rules?" Pitter flicked her shirt in a sign of not understanding, she explained that that was the only information she got. The rest was difficult even though it almost killed one of the castle's pack members.

Seth's POV: I walked into the lower part of the castle, entering into the dungeons where our guards caught two men. They were hung up by their arms with silver chains around their wrist. "LET US GO!!" "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO WE ARE?!!" I heard the prisoners chant loudly from their sound proof cell. I made my way towards the noise. "No, but please, do enlighten us."

You act without thinking! The guard led Shaun up the stairs to the first floor of the castle. It was the first time Shaun had been inside the castle; the interior was decorated with dark wood and light blue tapestries. Blue and white carpets lined the walkways, lit up by small lanterns. Although Nightstar Pack was a relatively small pack, the castle was covered in lavish decorations. Shaun's journey through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle led him to the heart of the Alpha's domain—the council room. Twelve figures sat in solemn judgment, their eyes boring into him with a scrutiny that made his skin crawl. Alpha Thorne, a commanding presence seated upon his throne, regarded Shaun with

We also toyed with the idea of warning the human Bridge’s mates, but there are spies everywhere and we would still not receive freedom. That brings us to the here and now. Kali ordered another attack but of the villages on the borders of each of Gia’s mates’ territories. His army has grown tenfold, and he has ordered Chelsea and I to lure the State penitentiary’s warden into releasing the prisoners, and for us to lead them to his castle in Minneapolis. His castle is hidden with spells from his witches and warlocks that have abandoned their covens to join him or were kicked out because they are almost as despicable as he is. It is not visible to anyone who does not wear his brand.

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.

Everything once again went quiet. "I never hide anything from you that why I bought the princes with me today. when I first left the mountain I travel to the castle I was caught outside of the gates by the kings men. Then was was taken to the cells where I was weakened and tortured" I few angry yells hit the air I raised my hand telling them to shut up.

“I’ll carry her.” The old man didn’t argue. He’d seen that look before. Keiran hopped down beside me, his hand steady on my shoulder as we made for the castle doors. Behind us, Rory and Niall dragged the prisoners out, their boots scraping stone. One tried to twist free; Rory’s elbow corrected the notion quick. Inside, the grand hall was a blur of gold light and shouting. Mrs. Greaves appeared like a hurricane in pearls, snapping orders at the maids. “Hot water, clean linens, whisky, no, tea, both, damn ye!”

he points towards tray, which was numbered. “You’re taking this, to the back of the mansion. Some of them are there. There’re twenty guards in the mansion.” “Just twenty, in this big mansion.” She emphasized. “Small but very mighty. You can’t mess with the guard of our sire Kenzo..” “I can see it. It’s obvious though.” “We would have won, if that snake hasn’t rat us out.” “Here.” He gave her the tray counting five meals in it which had the number one to five. Snake, rat them out. The reason she was shut. Who was that. Sara. It’s her. It’s easy to put the pieces together. Those unclean eyes of hers.

I hope he doesn’t suspect anything. The unmistakable sound of cars graced my ears long before I saw them. Then finally a line of black SUVs crawled to a stop. A door opened and two men exited the third SUV. I recognised the King and bowed. I didn’t recognise the dirty blonde man next to him. “Mr. Blackwood, please explain where my children are,” I gulped and nodded looking to him but not into his eyes out of respect. “Your son is in the dungeon of the warrior house. The brick building furthest to the west. Down the stairs, your son is to the right, in the furthest cell. There are three guards on duty.” The King’s eyes glazed, five men exit different cars. The man next to the King leads the f