Savage Castle Spoiler Novels & Stories

*** The albino looked at the photo in his hand, his face etched with grief. The love of his life. His wife. The woman he’d been with for over a century. She was no more. Killed by the bloody wolves of Stanwood Pack during the battle that saw the collapse of his clan. That little girl had no idea what she and her savage bunch had taken from him. If she did, she wouldn’t have made a deal with him. His thirst for vengeance was definitely more intense than the need to live.

As soon as we step out of the van, Silas’ nose goes up into the air and he growls softly. “Silas,” I say, just as Meadow, Asmodeus, and another beautiful woman walk out of the castle to greet us. Silas takes off running, snarling in the possessive way that can only mean one thing. I watch as the woman’s eyes go wide and when Silas stops in front of her, he growls. “Mate.” “Mate,” she purrs. He grabs her, his mouth latching onto hers as she wraps herself around him. “Gamma Silas, meet my sister, Princess Ysabelle," Asmodeus says, chuckling.

I try and think about a castle which is in ruins but come up fruitless. "There's a ruined castle near Crimson Shadow's west," Alpha Zac murmurs all of a sudden and as if a fuse goes off in my mind, I remember the ruined castle. "But that's not Dominic's home," I say. "I don't know then. I thought this one would be his castle since we have an affinity towards residing in old and antique places," Dmitriy defends himself but I am no longer paying attention. If whatever he is saying is even a mile closer to the truth then he's closer to Sierra's father's pack. I quickly make a decision of calling Alpha Shaw and informing him that I would be coming there. I also need to inform Sierra's dad. This

"I was so close to having everything I wanted, and they ruined it all. Now, you will pay the price." I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I couldn't let him win, I had to do something. But what? The dimly lit castle courtyard, the clash of swords and the sound of fierce battle filled the air as Trevor's troops launched their ambush. As the chaos unfolded, I found myself locked up in a dark room, my heart pounding with fear for my unborn child and for Killian and Darius . Desperation and determination were mixed in my eyes as I heard the commotion outside. Ignoring the danger, I broke free from my confinement and rushed out to save my companions. But before I could reach them, Trevor's menacing

Sky got off the SUV, opened the trunk, and grabbed a barrel that he prepared beforehand to refuel the vehicle. Soon, the vehicle was refueled. Then, he continued driving. After half a day… They were now in the depths of the desert. James could see an oasis in the distance. There was also a castle constructed here. Sky pointed at the castle before them and said, “This is one of the Blood Race’s strongholds. However, this isn’t their headquarters.” As he said that, he got off the SUV. The two walked over to the castle. Before they could enter, someone walked out.

We couldn't bear to receive news of any death. By evening a scout burst into the grand hall, his face pale and his breathing ragged. “Alpha!” he gasped, dropping to one knee. “What is it?” I demanded body tense and immediately stood up from my seat. “The scouting party… we were ambushed,” he said, his voice trembling. “Rogues attacked them near the base of the eastern mountains.” My blood ran cold. The information had been leaked. “Are there survivors?” Ava asked, stepping forward. The scout nodded. “Yes. Surprisingly, there were enforcers in our midst and they fought against them excellently. They killed some and captured six rogues which they will be bringing in through the back of the cas

Only then did I register our state – both of us stark naked, Damario's face smeared with blood, and my own hand throbbing with pain, my knuckles torn and bleeding. Ignoring the onlookers, I yanked on my sweats, grabbed my backpack, and stalked out of the locker room. I hadn't taken more than a few strides when I spotted Czar, my best friend and future royal beta of Sunhaven, heading towards me with a deepening frown etched on his face. This isn't good. I stopped, looking him dead in the eyes as if to check what was going on through his dark orbs. "What is it?" I demanded, halting on my track.

The next day, David led Sabrina on a captivating tour of his sprawling castle, the ancestral home of the vampire clan. As they walked through the ornate halls adorned with intricate tapestries and glistening chandeliers, Sabrina couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer magnificence of the place. ‌ Her eyes widened in awe as she admired the richly carved wooden pillars and the grand staircase that seemed to stretch towards the heavens. Every corner of the castle exuded an air of mystery and elegance, leaving Sabrina feeling like she had stepped into a fairy tale.

It seemed the genes of the horses had mutated enough for them to be immune to the chilly weather. I eventually reached castlesnow, the residing place of my immortal rogue uncle, Jaime Darkhaven. The gates of the castle opened as I got there, seemingly recognising me. Castlesnow was an enchanted manor. I trudged in, taking note of how the whole place had become covered by the snow. The door to the main house creaked open as I stepped in front of it. Upon getting in, the whole house was as silent as a grave yard which it was, years back.

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