Savage Castle Manga Novels & Stories

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.

I ask and he looks down at the menu, smiling. The waiter arrives and we both are confused about what to order. At last, we end up ordering Risotto and Duck Confitt which was on omakase. Since we know the order will take some time to arrive, we start discussing our manga. Theo already drew six chapters. I'm the one who develops the plot. Sana writes dialogues. "What we need next is some drama," he says. "What can we possibly do?" "Let's bring back that ex-girlfriend?"

“And now the deal is done, but not settled. You didn’t read the fine print, Kael. His soul was just the down payment. The final cost… is yet to be paid.” Kael’s fists clenched, power crackling at his fingertips. “You’ll have to rip it from my corpse.” Ravena raised her arms, and the earth split in two behind her. “Oh, I intend to.” In a roar of darkness, her horde charged forward—monsters born of bone, shadow, and fire. Kael shifted mid-leap, fur exploding over his body, fangs gleaming under the moonlight. He collided with the nearest beast, ripping it apart in a spray of black ichor.

“Tell me now, or I’ll tear you apart one piece at a time! I should have known something strange was going on with you showing up out of the blue at the castle like that, wanting to join my coven! You probably weren’t even a knight like you told me! Who sent you to work for me?” “Raif!” he choked out. That was when I ripped his head off and watched as his body burned on the floor of the salon. END OF VOLUME TWO The Story Continues in: To Love a Vampire (Eternally Yours, #3)

Don't hurt her. He wasn't talking to me. He was begging them. The wolf on top of me — the brown one — made a low sound in its throat. Almost like acknowledgment. And then the grey wolf shifted. It was just as violent as Fao's transformation, just as brutal. Bones cracking, fur receding, a howl becoming a gasp. But when it was done, a man stood in its place. Naked. Tall. Dark hair shot through with grey, muscles carved like marble, scars crisscrossing his arms and shoulders. He looked like a warrior from a fever dream.

Was he in a war or something? She wasn't breathing. Her sole focus was on the art crafted on his skin. Both of his arms were inked exquisitely. One had a wolf while the other had tribal Viking-themed art. The patterns began on his hands and ended on his chest. The tatts alone gave him such a dominating look but the way his hair was open unlike that neat bun, made him look like a hot caveman or a brutal Viking. He looked seemingly ruthless with such a hot appearance. She was dumbstruck and if that wasn't enough, holding a piece of chocolate fudge cake in a plate did the deed for her.

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

Eight wolves lock into a brutal, blood-soaked pile, snapping at throats and tearing flanks. I scramble higher up the branch, my fingers clawing at the rough bark. Luka! I scream into the mindlink, throwing my voice as hard as I can toward the castle. Luka, help me! A single, metallic word snaps back into my brain. Coming. Below me, a massive grey savage handles two of the meadow rogues at once. He throws them off his back and barrels blindly backward. Two hundred pounds of solid muscle slam directly into the trunk of my tree.