Savage Castle Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

For those who were buried, but decided to grow. Vespera turned the page. CHAPTER 1: THE CELL. She read the first line. "The concrete floor was cold against her cheek, but Vespera Thorne didn't feel it. She was already numb." Vespera’s breath hitched. She remembered that cold. She remembered the smell of the prison infirmary. She remembered the exact moment her heart had turned to ice, and the Savage was born. She turned the pages. She saw her life unfold in black ink.

I turn around slowly , holding my breath. The once abandoned and destroyed castle , the once dark gloomy underground town is buzzing with life. I am no longer in a cave – I am in this town and this town is up out under the sun. The castle is built up and is free from creepers – there are people walking around , soldiers on guard. I look at the castle and something about it looks so familiar, like I have seen it before. While scanning the castle I see it’s flag flying in the wind – and just like that I feel myself falling to my knees , ignoring all the pain as I feel it all coming back to me.

​That night, under the gaze of the rising moon, the sinful Saintess chose her own path. In the silence of the tower room, there was only the sound of ragged breath and a hiss of satisfaction as Killian’s fangs pierced her soft skin, marking a new chapter in a curse that refused to end.

Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One I ran through the forest, a flash of desperate red. The Big Bad was right on my heels, closing in. He was much bigger, and badder, and faster, and stronger than me. We both knew it. The fact that he hadn't caught me yet only meant he liked to play with his food. Tragically, I was probably no more than a mere midnight snack to him. So much for my happy ending. How horribly banal. The air in my lungs seemed to have caught fire. I'm sure I was as loud as a wildebeast thundering through the forest, disturbing all the creatures of the night as I went. If you imagine me as a delicate damsel in flowing white gown, flying across the mossy ground, do

134. HEA: The Savage Alpha claimed his Rebel Last Chapter Jade's POV Inching his face up, he bruised my collarbone with a red bite as his devilish eyes dared me to moan. Bloody Asshole Alpha. He was challenging me. I wouldn't mind doing it, but I was afraid he would really open the door. Zach could do it. He's done many things he said before and I was not stupid that I would try it just to see how it would really end up if I moaned.

Rogue opened his eyes and saw that he was surrounded by darkness, he tried to get a feel of where he was but couldn't tell even after a few minutes of moving. As he was still trying to figure out somethings, a glowing hand grabbed his and pulled him, a voice followed after. “Live for our daughter,” the voice and pulled him to the light, he closed his eyes and when he opened them, he saw he was still in the same place as he was in earlier, he looked around and saw that the palace was destroyed. “What happened here?” He asked a bit confused as he knew the castle wasn't this way when he blacked out. Wailing of a child got to his ears and he looked down at the baby who quieted down, she stretche

"And you sound like Ashrac's mother." "My mother and her rules," Ashrac grumbles and rolls his large red eyes. "Uncle Sarn's lair has clothes. The castle is pretty much a mess, but his bedroom isn't too bad. Would you like us to show you?" "Yes, please." Ashrac and Cantor call out instructions, so my launch is slightly better than my landing. The three of us fly to Sarn's castle. I'm exhausted by the time we arrive and my entire body aches. I refuse to complain, especially to these boys. We enter Sarn's room from his tower perch. Most of what I've seen of the castle is a crumbled mess, but when I peek inside the room, it's intact just quite dusty.

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

Play dead. It was my first initial thought. We'd learned it at a young age in school. A predator—in this case, a devilishly handsome man-beast—will lose interest if the prey is already dead. And I was definitely the prey in this situation. As if finding my fiancée in the shower with another woman, going on an impromptu trip to southern Louisiana, and getting lost hadn't been enough. I'd been tracked, and for a very brief moment, I thought saved by a stranger, now I was being held captive in this gigantic castle with the beast and his brother.

Chapter 2: Saved? *Claire* Fear gripped me so hard that it was getting difficult to breathe. Instinct had my eyes snapped open when a rogue crashed through the trees and into the little clearing I had planned to camp out for the night. “Shit!” Jumping to my feet, I cursed under my breath and started running for my life. He was large and covered in patched fur. His vicious eyes glinted in the dark, and he bared his teeth threateningly.