Prisoners Of The Castle Novels & Stories

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."

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.

We had a meeting point for everyone, and once the cells were free, it was agreed that King Aragon and I would go and take a look inside the castle – not only for more prisoners, but to have a general idea of what we were up against. Cyrus and Thane led the prisoners away to our agreed meeting point, while King Aragon and I headed inside. We both had cameras strapped to us so that Brantley could record what we were seeing. We’d review the videos later. We were keeping ourselves as hidden as possible. We’d already gone through what he remembers of the castle, and what I could remember having been changed. Dove also helped us in this regard since she was the last person to leave the castle. We

I’ve got approximately seven minutes until I make the official announcement that my father, the Great King Hugo Pershing, was dead. Moving slowly through the hallway, I take extra time to look at all of the décor and photos. I knew I was going to disappoint my mother anyways, may as well not be early. This castle is like my prison. I’ve been forced to live two lives, but neither are mine. Neither feel like the true Lilliana. I have this fire in my soul that is dying to be set free. Desperate for oxygen to fuel its flames. I am far from prim and proper. I crave so much more than what I’ve experienced, but I’ve been suppressed. Forced into the life that I live, only allowing tiny pieces of the

Little Ben said raising his eyebrows and smiling rebelliously. Kar and Little Ben set out immediately to the Treachery's dungeon. It was situated in an abandoned castle with enough security, both with traps, supernatural forces and one Lynx Lynch, which was enough to hold any prisoner down for any amount of time. There was a butterfly always at the top of the castle, it sees everything and reports anything, if necessary.

“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.