Savage Castle Novels & Stories

I can see how much he wants me, the tip of his cock poking out the top of the band of his shorts already glistening with pre cum. “Did you like me acting like a savage?” I breathe his eyes glinting amber as he nods, unable to voice a response. “I like you being a savage as well … alpha,” I purr and I see him snap whatever control he had. He grips my ankle tight pulling my leg taught whilst his other hand unleashes his claws he trails them from my mouth, down my neck before he adds more pressure splitting the fabric of my sports bra so my breasts bounce freely my nipples already peaked as I gasp for air. Fuck.

he pleaded with her, so she wouldn't leave the life-saving staff to fall off her hand to the ground. The two Lunas' chambers were on the third floor of the palace building that appeared like a medieval building. It was the tallest building in the Black Soul Pack. Falling off her hand to the ground will result in the life-saving staff breaking into pieces. And if that happens, he knows so well that he will lose his life. Alpha Ryder attempted to move closer to her, so he could get the staff, but she noticed what he was trying to do and she warned him. “Any more steps and I will leave this thing to fall to the ground. I don't care whether it will break or not,” said Gabriella with a serious fa

They were cutting straight through the heart of the enemy's defenses. After an hour of intense hiking, the ravine finally opened up into a wide, circular clearing surrounded by towering pillars of jagged black glass. In the distance, perched atop the highest peak, the massive silhouette of the obsidian castle loomed against the dark sky, its towers glowing with a sickening violet light. "We're close," Zach whispered, his silver-gold eyes fixated on the castle gates. "Mommy is right there." But as the squad stepped into the clearing, the emerald dome around them violently shattered.

Isolde howls out real loud. "Oh?" Vickon’s golden eyes flicker with dangerous interest. "What happened to your rogue camp?" "My brother's family owed Zafira a very small pouch of silver tokens from the old hunting trade, and we never said our teeth wouldn't pay her back, but her warriors went way too far!" Isolde cries out, her chest heaving with fake bitterness. "She shoved my elderly mother straight onto the stone floor, and now her fighters are forcing my brother to sell his whole hunting territory just to pay back the debt!"

"I am giving you an order. Go back to your packs. If you leave now, you can tell the Council you were misled. You can save yourselves. I won't let you all be endangered because of my blood." The silence that followed was tensed. I waited for them to start moving. "You love joking a lot, don't you?" The voice came from an old rogue sitting near the edge of the fire. He stood up, his joints popping as he straightened his back. He had a scar that ran from his ear to his jaw, and he had been with me since the first winter I spent in the wild.

But this time I didn’t retreat to the motel. The Middle Land was a huge city, so there was still that small possibility Asher was here somewhere, but the question was where? I didn’t think even Asher realized it, but he’d always had that pull for danger. That was why I'd believed he’d be here— My thoughts were cut off when a boy no more than fourteen passed me a leaflet, then hurried away. I stared down at it. I read; ‘The Blood Ring, featuring; ‘The Grave Viper’ Vs ‘The Alligator from Hell’, at midnight.’

Harry then explained in a serious tone, “A few hundred years ago, a Cherny sword was stolen and ended up with a collector in Safford. Recently, the Cherny family had managed to contact the collector’s association, but they didn’t want to give it back, even when we offered a very high price. However, they changed their minds and they’d bring this sword back to Burlington. They’re attending the Collector’s Expo happening tomorrow. If you can help the Cherny family get back this sword, Mr. Cherny will be willing to give you the red wolf’s bone.”

There was a huge telescope coming out of the roof and lots of antique looking tools that Caine assumed were for astronomy or astrology or something. Something else that was really weird about this whole castle...there were plants and antlers and all kinds of naturalistic or native looking things everywhere. It kind of felt to to Caine like he had literally stepped into a fantasy novel. "What the hell??" Asked Tim, one of Caine's men. "I have no idea," said John as they all looked around in amazement.

He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center. “Welcome fellow inmates.” His voice boomed in the ring, “We’ve gathered here for yet another fight between an Alpha and a Vampire. Let us first present the Werewolf that stands one-ninety centimeters in height and one-ninety-one pounds of solid muscle. He’s known to be one of the most ruthless creatures in Dark Water prison and is famously known as the Savage Alpha, presenting Maverick Randolf!”

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine