Savage Castle Novels & Stories

"Yes Ma'am, the rear alternative door is open. According to what you want, we have to hurry, so that the fire doesn't burn your body." I'm playing with fire, to make you go crazy Anthony! I even grew some trees that used to be there and are now dead and uncared for. The sun has set, and night has come. I turned on the lights before welcoming Anthony's arrival. Everyone involved has been on my side. They will help me to bring to life the figure of Azalea who will haunt her in real life. A message notification came to my cell phone, 'We're close, are you ready?'

About ensuring the council’s hold on the world they had shaped. But until then? Let Seraphine play her little games. Because when the board was finally set… only one side would be left standing. ..... Somewhere deep in the forest, hidden beneath a canopy of blackened pine and thick mist, was an old stone cottage. The fireplace crackled softly in the corner of the room, casting warm orange light against the walls. On the old desk near the hearth, papers were stacked and aged photographs, many of which bore a single face. Hers.

when the thought just goes through his mind, his face turns instantly pale before he falls into cold sweat. Right. He could leave on his own to find his little guy on his own, a spirit warrior he didn't even remember the name just walked in front of him and said arrogantly. "I seemed to see the Abandoned One. He was running when the Big Two Feet Beast showed up. He was running into the other side of the forest where he also went up the other Big Two Feet Beast. All of us know the other side of this forest is next to the barren land leading to the plains. Every runaway sl-ves always goes to that side to escape, do you think--" Before even the spirit warrior can finish his words.

And it was still there. I stepped off the path and into the beach, heading to inspect the sand structure. The moat, and the lack of rain the past few days, had saved it. The edges were starting to wear away, and several of the shells I had placed had fallen into the moat, but it was still standing. Despite the worn edges, I still thought it was the most beautiful castle I had ever seen. It stood on the beach like a glorious sentinel, waiting for its occupants to return from the sea. I wished that it could stay standing like this forever. For a moment, I even thought it had a chance.

I leaned my face closer to Jax’s ear so no one could hear me– he’s a shadow doll maker” If my face could go pale, it would have at that very moment - That’s why his name rung a bell, he can manipulate shadows into his wooden puppets, I heard stories about him and how he can create an army out of his dolls – even the Devil took notice and gave him a worthy praise but why was he here? Was he outcasted by his own shadow people? If so, why? My voice went low “I heard the Rumors of his victory in Sage water against the river-mud people that went on a killing spree Last year”

"Of what?" "Of the water." I pulled her closer. "The water will not hurt you. I am here." She closed her eyes. Pressed her face into my side. "Okay." The safe house was a castle. Old. Stone. Towers. Flags flying in the wind. Red and white. Sable stepped onto the shore. "Marcus bought this. For Anna. For the children." I helped Lily out of the boat. "It is beautiful." Sable looked at the castle. Her face was soft. "It is safe."

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

There was no mistaking it: this was Boldt Castle. Scarlet dove down, sensing with every part of her body that Sage was inside. As she flew, the clouds racing through her hair, she saw a soft glow coming from inside, and knew it was torchlight. She knew the castle was filled with thousands of Immortalists, all of them waiting to trap her. But she didn’t care. Scarlet dove straight down, aiming for the hole. She knew that flying in here would mean her own death. They would all descend on her, and her life would end here tonight. But none of that mattered anymore. No matter what happened, she and Sage would be together again.

I turned my gaze back to the sports car. Suddenly, the door opened. Mustapha stepped out, looking ghastly. His all-black outfit made him appear as if he had just come from a funeral. His black obsidian hair was slicked back, save for a few bangs that hung over his forehead. His face was exceptionally pale, and heavy bags under his eyes made him look like a walking ghost. He was smoking a regular cigar while holding a gun and a knife. Truth be told, Mustapha was the most dangerously handsome among Martello's men, despite his bored demeanor. Although his average height made me look like a fragile man, he was a total freak. A fucking maniac that they called him.

The caravan from Ellisvale finally made its way to Castle Rouge at dinnertime the following day. Trunks, bags, provisions, and other personal effects were taken inside the castle. Each tribe was assigned a separate wing of the castle. Izzy, Kate, Susanna, and Maria were assigned to one room with two large beds, their trunks having been brought in and set up at the foot of each bed. The girls proceeded to pull out their festival clothes to air out and hang up in preparation for the upcoming festivities, shaking out the wrinkles in the fabric as they did.