Sandcastle Novels & Stories

He asked, voice rough. “I came back,” I responded flatly. Elder Marrek’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Kael standing right beside me, fingers locked tight like we belonged together. His gaze kept jumping from my face to Kael’s like he couldn’t decide who was the bigger nightmare. “You…” he started, voice cracking, “you were exiled. Permanently. You’re not allowed on Blackfang soil. Never again.” I opened my mouth ready to rip him apart but Kael stepped forward first. He pulled the scroll from inside his coat, red ribbon still tied, and held it up high so the whole council could see the Iron Claw seal shining under the torchlight.

Her caption read: First Saturday in Colorado and I survived! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home in Oklahoma, Tony lay in bed in his tiny apartment, the glow of his phone cutting through the darkness. The ping of a notification jolted him. He opened F******k, and there she was—Shortcake, looking happy, surrounded by new faces. She’d only been gone four days, but seeing her like this made it feel like a lifetime. Toby hit the like button, staring at the screen for a moment longer. This is what he wanted for her, right? Happiness. Friends. A life beyond home. He set his phone aside, rolled over, and fina

It was always cold here. I quickly turned on the heater and sighed in relief. I hit the car at high speed as I watched the road pass by. I was in my pack’s territory. My Saturn pack was the neighboring pack of the twilight pack so it didn’t take me long enough to reach my destination. The SATAN VILLA of alpha GERALD FOREST.

Maren sat nearby, scribbling notes, adjusting phrasing. "It needs to cut through the noise," Maren said. "It needs to be unforgettable." Gabrielle paused. "It needs to be Elias’s voice. And mine." They worked until dawn. Dante crouched in a shadowed alley, passing a satchel of weapons to a rebel guard. "Only if they strike first," he said. He moved through the city like a ghost—meeting allies, marking escape routes, memorizing patrol patterns. He bribed syndicate guards, planted false rumors, and secured a cart for extraction.

Jack asks if he can get a Naughty Shirley Temple later. When he sees I haven't noticed it yet, Noah points me toward the center of the room where the food is. I gasp. The centerpiece is a giant sandcastle. It is an almost perfect replica of the one we built so long ago. It's beautiful. I step closer and realize that there is more to it than just the towers and seashells, though. The moat is shallow and filled with some sort of glass to make it look like water. Swimming through the glass are sharks made of sand. Lemon sharks.

"Alright, where's this masterpiece?" Lucus and Clary exchanged looks with each other before each taking a step to the side, revealing their sandcastle behind them. "Ta da!" they yelled in unison as Emma gasped. The sandcastle consisted of four little towers with walls connecting them. The shells Lucus had been collecting earlier dotted the top of the wall, with a larger shell pressed into the top of each tower. Seaweed was artfully draped on top in lieu of vines, and an HY was engraved at the front. A little moat had been dug around the castle with a tunnel leading all the way to where the water hit, allowing water to surround t

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.

The items in her bag included her outfit, cloth for the table, the crystal ball and other accessories. What wasn't exciting was the waiting. It had been almost an hour and no one had dropped by in Galaxy's inner eye—Madame V and Jules couldn't blame them. The theme for this year's festival was a mixture of space and the mad hatter hence the lack of people. Why would anyone come here when there were so much better things happening out there? Jules had repeated this a lot to Venus, but from the casual way she examined her nails while she filed them indicated that she was not worried. "Relax, Jules. We just need one person," she snapped her fingers "then just like that we are going to be floode

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

River was born here in the coven like I was, so he was around my whole life. Our Earth elemental friend is Sandy. She likes to wear sundresses with boots after training each day. She seems sweet but I swear she's crazy as fuck. Her familiar is a damn tarantula named Legs, for crying out loud. This crazy friend of ours came to the coven with her parents when she was five. She was just as strange then as she is now.