Richard Castle Books Novels & Stories

Check the news. I pulled up my phone's browser, found the breaking story: RICHARD HALE SPEAKS OUT: "My Niece Needs Help, Not Prison" The article was sympathetic to Richard, painted him as a concerned uncle devastated by his niece's "mental breakdown." He claimed Marissa had been unstable since her father's death, that Chris had tried to help her, that the murder was a "tragic result of untreated mental illness." "Von Castellano is a dangerous influence," Richard was quoted as saying. "He's using my niece's vulnerability to rebuild his father's criminal empire. Someone needs to save her from herself before she destroys what little future she has left."

Cyrus continued explaining in a careless voice, " We have a hidden book in this castle. All the process of planting those herbs are written over there. We just follow their steps. That book is like a secret treasure of vampires. By the way, why are you so interested?" His red eyes fell on her questioningly. Lisa replied with an indifferent shrug before pressing her head over his chest again, " I am just being curious. After all, these things are all new to me." Cyrus let out a 'hum' before ordering with a sweet voice,

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

There were also luxurious carts that had expensive curtains and leather chairs, driving around the castle. I guess they are the powerful nobles in the immortal Heaven Court. However, I'm yet to see anyone with sacred beasts or heavenly beasts or even magical vessels. I guess those rare means of transportation belong exclusively to the royal wolf emperor Richard Ferguson. There were also fountains, one was in front of Richard's palace. Jasmine also informed me that there were few waterfalls in the castle and one of the waterfalls even has a mountain view where Richard goes for his personal retreat. Royal moon pack and the immortal Heaven's court as a whole was obviously prosperous.

This dragon woman was too intimidating for his likings. Following Sarah down the hall, holding her hand tightly, Luke arrived at the massive double door behind which was one of the most interesting libraries he has ever seen. The energy he could feel as soon as he stepped in was very unusual. Even without further inspection, he was sure that energy was coming from the books and scrolls neatly aligned on the shelves that covered the walls entirely. “Impressive.” He said in approval. “Thank you, son. I devoted my life to collecting knowledge of supernatural world and magic.” Richard was very proud of his possession. “But I never came across anything concerning your kind… phoenixes, just some l

3rd POV Inside the grand halls of a castle, reminiscent of Germany's Neuschwanstein Castle, King Richard sat in his study, immersed in ancient texts. The serene silence was shattered by the ringing of his smartphone, a jarring intrusion in the medieval setting. With a sigh of resignation, he answered, expecting yet another trivial matter. "What do you want, Son?" he asked, his voice echoing slightly in the room. The video call revealed a startling scene: his son, Prince Nicholas, bound to a chair with iron chains, a menacing figure standing beside him.

I cleared the plate in seconds, patting my stomach when I was satisfied. Richard refused to go back to work. Instead, he stayed with me through the whole day, spending his time researching pregnancy and child care. It was almost cute seeing him trying to learn more about it. Whenever he saw something interesting, he would call my attention to it, shouting about it excitedly as he explained it to me. At the end of the day, he had over 20 E-books on pregnancy and childbirth. ***

One room that always made me attracted to visit is the Caste lord Study room, for some reason the castle did not have their own library, like any usual noble houses, then again it was understandable, after all the previous lord of this castle barely educated himself. “...This guy have a lot of gold stuff, then books…that’s a let down…”. As I am inside the Lord Study room, as always I went and checked all of his collection inside the room, and there is only one wall that is shelved with book shelf, and the books there, were just all fairy tales and story books, very disappointing. “..…Your Highness, May I come in?..”.(Head Butler Gerard)

As she heads to the bathroom, "I will be back," I say rather loudly, and I quietly head out to my study to call Davis. He picks up on the fourth ring."Hey man,what's the update?" I say immediately."Good evening to you too," he replies, and I keep muting, then he continues."I did some digging, and I found a few things about Miss Castle, but nothing really dirty; she had a rough childhood, and she is also suffering from bipolar disorder and depression," she finishes.Okay, thanks, I reply and hang up.

I was grateful for his detached demeanor because it only served to strengthen my own resolve until we stopped in front of a tall, lanky man with brown hair, whom I assumed was Leonardo's dealer. The man quickly smoothed the frown from his face before stepping forward to greet my husband. A small, nervous smile appeared on his lips after he bowed and said, “Leonardo, I didn't know you were coming today. If I had been informed earlier, I would have made preparations to welcome you properly.” “This isn't a social visit, Reynold. I'm here to inspect the weapons that are to be delivered tonight.” Leonardo replied coldly. Beads of sweat shone on Reynold's forehead as he moved to the side. His voic