Savage Castle Spoiler Novels & Stories

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

I felt a growing sense of helplessness, a suffocating fear that I was losing control, that everything I’d built, everything I’d sworn to protect, was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. The thought of Killian slowly came to my mind. He was my last resort, a desperate gamble in a game where the stakes were higher than ever. Killian, once a trusted spy, now a broken pawn in this twisted game of power. He held the key to finding Phil or Georgia. From the last attack, I understood that Sylvester had lost most of his wolves. However, he still had Phil. But how he still wanted to turn wolves into some immortal still unnerves me. Some dark powers, maybe?

She shrugs and we walk towards where the guys are standing. Kasey greets my parents cheerfully, "Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Savage, how's it going?" My dad replies, "It's going well, son," maintaining his brooding father act, even though we all know he actually likes the guys. As everyone engages in conversation, not paying attention to me and Stella, she seizes the opportunity to ask, "So, what did you and the guys do last night after you left the diner?" I respond sarcastically, "Oh, you know, we just had a massive orgy with a bunch of guys and girls at someone's house."

But now as I look at him, I can't help but thank all the Gods and Goddesses that are operating this universe for blessing me with him. Zach was right. We had it difficult. But we're finally together with each other. That's what matters in the end. Our togetherness. THE END. . . . . Unholy Allies Book 1: The Savage Alpha's Rebel… Completed. Unholy Allies Book 2: OUT NOW. Title: Mr. Rogue King, can you kidnap me please? Scroll up to read the blurb.

"Dinner will be served soon in the packhouse. You'll get to meet the rest of the pack there." "Thanks." I took the keys from her and watched as she disappeared back into the woods. I sniffed the air and when I was sure that no one else was around and watching me, I unlocked the door and went inside the cabin. It almost reminded me of the old couples' cabin that I had been in earlier. The room was simple with a queen bed against the wall and already made with a white comforter. Everything smelled clean. Warm light washed over the room from the two lanterns positioned on the cabin wall. A freestanding white tub was near the window and already filled with hot water. It was confusing as to why t

Ava didn't drink but she still joined them for the fun of it. "Nah." "Let's play, never have I ever." Vanessa mused. "I'll start, never have I ever seen a ghost." Alice mused as they all formed a circle holding shots in their hands. Daniel gulped down his shot and everyone gaped at him wide-eyed. "You've seen a ghost?" Audrey asked in a spooky tone. "Yeah, she's sitting in front of me," Daniel said with a poker face. All eyes snapped to Alice, Jasper snickered a chortle and no one could stop their laugh.

, she shouted so loudly that the entire Spells mansion must have heard her. "Young lady ! Mind your language ! This is not how you are supposed to talk to your father , show some respect! " Mister Eric Spells was sitting in his rockchair inside of his office , smoking a fine cuban cigar . He didn't seem worried at all ,about the accusations of her daughter. He even felt somehow proud that she found out about it by herself.

As soon as I can get to a phone. And Trevor. A grim satisfaction settled in my chest. Trevor, with all his careful planning. His body setups. His "giant wolf" sightings. His methodical campaign to frame Fao, to terrorize me, to drag us both into a spotlight that would expose everything. All of it down the drain now. He had no idea what hit him. No idea that his signal flare had attracted something far worse than local news and amateur hunters. House Varen had done in one night what he'd been building toward for weeks — and they hadn't done it for him. They'd done it despite him.

A massive castle grows around us, reaching toward the sky with twisting spires and walls stretching twenty stories high, maybe further. Bigger than the castle in Moonrise, by far. “What was this place?” Aviva asks over the downpour. “The Firestones had castles all over the place,” I shout back as my powers curve and fade, the castle falling in a cascade of mist. I’m not sure if it’s my powers flickering out or if they’re giving us a glimpse of how this place actually fell to oblivion. The ground beneath us fills with silver mist, rising around us in a bubble–a cavern… a cave.

"Son I can't promise you that the elders and people are going to be happy with knowing that your mate Amelia is a vampire and most importantly the Vampire Princess the one they despise the most." "I know Dad but I'm not letting any of them treat my mate with Disrespect." I sternly told him. "I know son, let's just hope things will go nicely." I heard my father say. It took 5 days to reach the castle and news had already arrived of our arrival. Our castle was hidden very deep in the forest and it was also invincible because of a witch spell. I enjoyed seeing Amelia's Surprised expression when a castle suddenly appeared out of nowhere in a large clearing. It was really huge and was surrounded