Prisoners Of The Castle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'll close every gate." "And no one acts alone," Kael continued. "From this moment, everyone moves in pairs." The captain hurried out. Rowan stayed where he was. "There are almost four hundred people inside these walls." He looked at Kael. "How do we find one traitor?" Before Kael could answer... A scream cut through the castle. Not from outside. From somewhere above us. It was followed by the sound of glass breaking. Then running footsteps. A young maid burst into the chapel.

My phone flashlight suddenly turns back on. And there she is. Not a vampire. Not a werewolf. Not a seven-foot mafia don. A woman in a black suit, standing barefoot in the tunnel. She looks completely alive. Behind her are six people, all armed and dressed like they belong to an extremely expensive criminal organization. I stare at them. Then glance behind yourself. “Okay. So… definitely not ghosts.” The woman smiles. “No. We're the people who have been using this castle for the last forty years.”

Aaron said as he rested his hands on the table leaning on it causing his muscular biceps to erect out. " We did as you said master. We inquired the area.We found that there are two traitors inside the castle as the petrol and the fire illuminating objects are present in the kitchen only and in the kitchen only you and Kevin are allowed to go. No other man can enter the kitchen without your and Umera's permission. So one traitor is a woman and other one is a man as to fire the whole work space isn't possible for a lone woman." They highlighted their points to the King at which he just nodded his head. He knew someone inside the castle , was doing all this. "Do we have any new woman in the cas

With both prisoners secured they started towards the underground jail. The old magic on the castle would never let the Toten in, they would die automatically. So to keep the prisoners away from the castle, they built the jail into the hill. It was carefully concealed in the thickness part of the woods. They took Anders and Eli through the wooded path that led behind the waterfall and entered the jail through the crevasse in the rock formation. The waterfall was a man made offshoot from the River Meine but was so ancient that most people had forgotten its human origin.

Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad. “There is no time, princess. They are about to reach this place.” He grabbed her wrist, forcefully dragging her while she tried to struggle. “How dare you!” She yelled, yet gasped the moment she saw the dead—they were bloody, riddled with wounds and bite marks— approaching the passageway. What is happening? She wanted to ask but Falstad spoke of it before she could do so. “A man of dark magic has infiltrated the castle and has already turned most of the guards into this walking pile of death... I am sorry, princess, but we must leave now.”

They looked like twisted versions of pack bonds, designed to corrupt rather than connect. "They've been planning this for a while," I said quietly. "This kind of preparation takes time. Someone knew I was here before the power surge yesterday." "Someone inside the castle," Aiden agreed with suspicion coloring his tone. "Someone who's been reporting our movements." Before anyone could pursue that line of thinking, a voice amplified by magic echoed across the compound. It came from the hunters' position, loud enough to be heard by everyone inside the castle walls. "Surrender the Spirit Wolf and the rest of you will be allowed to live. Resist and we'll kill everyone in the compound. You have on

"If I am been deliberately left out, then that means trouble for all of us. That is what is important right now, but your birdbrain wouldn't be able to understand the complexity of that." "Oh, shut that gutter, Princess---" They heard them, before they saw them. Soldiers. What were they doing in the Castle? Was there another attack? Oh, by the Moon! "What are you doing here? Are you here to arrest her?" The Princess took a step away from the fur creature, watching the soldiers as they moved closer. "BY THE ORDER OF THE KING." One of them yelled before they got close enough, as he rolled open a scroll and read from it.

The ache in my shoulder had steadily increased with every bump and jerk of the trailer, the joint threatening to pull out of its socket by the time we reached the castle. It was a monstrosity so large that I could only relate it to one of those paintings I’d seen as a child that used to be hung above my mother’s fireplace. Stone spires towered towards the sky, casting gloomy shadows upon the earth as the trailer came to a stop beside a drawn bridge. It crossed a moat that led into the belly of the castle, boisterous laughter filling the silence from the plethora of nobility inside. One by one, Mr. Cliff unlocked the cages, holding the children by a leash wrapped around their necks. The colla

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with her knowing this would be the o

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.