Prisoners Of The Castle Novels & Stories

The entire castle occupied about 5acres of land and it comprised of a lake and a lot of bushy and undeveloped lands. The castle had a state-of-the-art security system. The services of over 50 employees was being employed on the castle including security guards, maids, gardeners, butlers and cooks. The castle was a fortress with Radar and Sonar security systems. The security systems were always upgraded with time to ensure efficiency because JRT was not a fool, he was fully aware of the fact that success breeds enemies.

Fear crept into my mind and I sat at the window, watching the bright moon shining above. “Why are you separating us? What have I ever done to deserve this?” I whispered, with tears in my eyes. The moon shone brightly, ignoring my plea for help. Maybe I was doomed to live alone forever. I sighed and got up to leave the window side and rest a little. However, my eyes fell on a car coming to a halt right in front of the castle. Two wolves alighted and rushed inside. “Aromania and all the neighboring kingdoms have declared war on us if we don’t release Princess Hermione and her mate!” yelled one wolf.

The kingdom and castle above his tomb are invaded and raided over and over again each time it rises and now stands crumbling. 600 years after the kingdom fell for the last time a travelling Vampire Clan stumble on the castle and using the crumbling ruins they make it their home for a short time. Over the weeks they camp some of the teens explore the ruin, finally stumbling upon the stairs that lead to the dungeons. Working their way down, mucking about in all the cells, making fun of the bones of the prisoners until they reach the very bottom and the very last cell of the dungeons. It is the only cell to have a stone box in its centre, the teens curious about what could be inside try to find

Celine I should have known better. I should have known that Charles’ castle was full of different traps and that each corner was dangerous for someone that was as curious as me and I a h shadow was ready to swallow me. But I couldn’t help myself. The prisoner that was under the castle, the one that knew my name and spoke of Charles’ true nature, held the answers that I needed. And those answers might be the key to stopping whatever nightmare it was that I was in.

I was sure they were hoping I would try to escape so they could enjoy my blood. Shit! "Come on, Amy. You know we're hoping you'll do it soon!" one of the three men whispered in my ear. Oliver didn't say anything; he just gave me his cold stare. Well, I was going to be a prisoner in this castle forever. My only chance had disappeared and ended. ** There was a loud noise coming from the second floor. I was disturbed while preparing breakfast with Gina this morning. "Just ignore it," Gina said. "Ah, sorry, Gina, my concentration is disturbed by that sound. Is there a fight going on up there?"

“I knew it. The funny thing is that the princess expects to rule over us, but she never saw or talked to one of us. And they still expect us to obey that unprepared girl. They're crazy if they think we're going to put our heads down so easily.” I tried to keep my expression impassive. Steppenwolf had his faults, but I couldn't deny that he was right on that point. The princess never left her golden cage. "Well, anyway, her armed security is great, and it was beefed up after the last attack. It would be a lot easier... how did you say? Smuggling the politician into the castle gates than the princess to come out," I told to Steppenwolf. Steppenwolf pondered what I had said for a moment and the

he snatches me back, causing me to fall into him clumsily, his arm resting on my waist shamelessly as he pulls me along with him back towards the wait… t-the courtyard? We enter the living space, still clung together like two lego bricks. Well, it’s more like the one is refusing to let go and the other just wants their way out. Can you use who’s who? To my surprise, the prisoners are still working hard in the courtyard, planting trees and finishing up a few more holes for some new bushes and flowers. Oh shit, I realize. What are they going to do when they see me here, inside the warm castle, wearing the king's clothes as he stands beside me and they do MY job outside.

Isabella found herself imprisoned within the cold, stone walls of the Arondale kingdom's castle. Bound by chains and guarded by vigilant soldiers, she was isolated from the world outside. Her captors were determined to extract information about her gift—the mysterious power that had sparked fear and curiosity among those who sought to control it. As Isabella endured relentless questioning and scrutiny. The castle's interrogators probed her relentlessly, their questions aimed at unraveling the secrets of her gift. They were intrigued by her ability to read minds, to glimpse into the thoughts and intentions of others.

Willa’s eyes followed it until it disappeared, and only echoes of its brakes could be heard. The thick white fog parted just enough for them to see the castle, but nothing beyond. Indeed, it followed everything she had written to the core. On the castle gates, above them, Dracula Castle was carved in bold letters that dripped with fresh blood, as if a soul had been murdered into it. Two guards stood by, handing out numbered tags. Willa knew the drill; it was her world. Slowly, the line inched forward, and soon she reached for hers. The tag burned as it touched her palm, imprinting her identity:

Taryn said, looking at him, "what happened to the informants sent to the capital? Have they discovered anything?" Taront shook his head. "The gates of the castle are sealed, the usurper does not let anyone enter who is not of his inner and faithful circle. They are all men who have been serving for years and cannot be bribed... No matter how much you pay them, they don't cheat." Taryn gritted her teeth.