Raven Castle Novels & Stories

She was about to hold his hand when he grabbed him by her waist. "Careful," he uttered while smiling. "Thank you," she mouthed. Her heart was pounding heavily and her jaw almost drop when she look up to look closely at the castle. It has tall towers as if reaching the sky, with bright and colorful arch windows. The exterior design was a combination of gold and white marble. "Wow! I didn't imagine it would be this grand," she looked at Ibrahil with her eyes wide open. He just smiled at her and grab her waist.

Raven softly speaks placing her hand on Jonathan’s cheek, leaning over, kissing him as he pats Roan’s back winding her. “Let me see our little prince, once they’re burped, I’ll take them down to Mum and Mummo to watch with Phoenix’s help. I’ll bring back breakfast before we have to start the journey north to Bloodwrath Castle,” Embry suggests, taking Gunnar from Raven and pulling our son to his chest. Raven nods not even bothering to put a shirt back on as she relaxes back into my arms. I chuckle which ends with a low growl as the tingles from our contact dance over my arms and across my chest.

“Dad, this is camp, it’s where I’ve been living.” “And you know all of these people?” “Yes. Although some of them aren’t from the camp, we have a lot of alpha Wayne’s fighters here”. “Alpha Wayne?... but why?”. “Raven, you’re back!”. I heard grams call as walked out of her cabin door. As soon as her eyes clocked dad standing next to me she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she looked completely taken aback. “Abe!”. Her lip wobbled as she took in the sight of him.

Sighing on the nighttime sky, he eventually arrives domestic. Raven's residence is a western titled 2 memories residence, fantastically large for anyone residing alone. The residence' white partitions have become darkish and grey due to age and weather, giving it a historical appearance. Thus, it is graspable for the neighbouring youngsters to claim the region to be haunted. If this residence belonged to a person else, Raven himself could surely now no longer go to it or possibly step into the neighbourhood. but, that is anyways his very own domestic. albeit the nighttime walk wasn't peaceful, in a total case, permit ME to take a bath first.

Her wolves howled in approval, the sound shaking the walls. Marius paled, but Raven’s eyes burned into him, unblinking. She wanted him to know she already suspected. As the elders withdrew, the storm outside broke against the castle walls, thunder rolling like the promise of war. Raven knelt beside Ragnar again, brushing damp hair from his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion pulling him under. She whispered into the storm, a vow only he could hear. “They’ll try to take you from me again. But I’ll burn kingdoms before I let them.”

“What other surprises do you have in store?” Gia asked, almost shouting. The lack of a roof made the noise from Raven's car engine dominate the atmosphere. The rumbling occurred because the road leading to the old castle was full of steep inclines. This was one of the disadvantages of living in a house situated on a hill. “Would it be a surprise if I told you now?” Raven replied with a question. Gia responded with a pout. Earlier, Raven had promised her a surprise to make up for her disappointment that he had to leave again—to take care of business in Norway.

Belle Rose knew that she would have an adventure while at the castle, and she sticks close to Fatima as they and everyone else had to walk around to the castle entrance. Belle Rose felt someone staring at her, and she didn't know who nor where the person is staring at her from. Annabelle gave the information and the drawing of the castle. Belle Rose place the information and the drawing of the castle in her backpack. Annabelle started the tour on the grounds, and they had lunch. Annabelle led the tour inside of the Hohenzollern castle, and Belle Rose felt something bad would happen.

Mere moments later, it was quickly smothered. “What happened?” Raven shouted, her eyes enormous and angry as they stared ahead of us. She frowned deeply and raised both hands high in the air. The veins at her temples tensed as she strained, but no matter how she tried, nothing happened. All of her attempts at magic failed, and with every try, her agitation grew. Another growl rang out and was quickly followed by a heavy thud. The front doors of the building flew open, and thick smoke billowed out onto the grounds. Among the thick trails of smoke was a gray wolf.

“What?” “So, Raven and Azalea took the car and I told Raven to go back to the pack with Azalea,” Ares said with a soft look at me as I turned to look at castle one last time. I had no idea when I had the time to come back again. The castle looked majestic. I had missed the beauty of the place when I went in because I was so nervous, but now I could properly see how beautiful it looked. It was a majestic structure, standing amid the lush pink, red and golden trees and it stood tall and proud. “Why? How would we go back?”

“Did you forget what brought us here in the first place?” “Damien,” I said quietly, stepping between them. “We talked about this. You promised.” He turned his head, jaw locked tight. I saw the war in his eyes. Then he let out a long, strained breath, dragging his hand down his face. “Alright,” he muttered. He turned to Marina. “Where exactly did Riven tell you to go?” “To the old castle,” she replied. I froze. The name alone made me shiver. My stomach twisted as memories rushed in—cold stone walls, ancient blood, human or non-human skeletons, walls that talked. That castle wasn’t just abandoned. It was cursed. Haunted by something older than death.