St Thomas Blackbeard Castle Novels & Stories

"He will be looking for a ghost. And that is what we shall be. But our destination is no longer the Silent Moon. We are going to Blackwater Port." A murmur of disbelief ran through the men. Blackwater Port was Admiral Thorne's stronghold, the very heart of the serpent's nest. It was a place where a Varek king, especially one presumed to be losing his mind, would be welcomed with a crossbow bolt rather than a cup of wine.

Much of the blood made been cleared but Lloyd could still sense it and see speckles lacing the boards as he made his way over to where Nathaniel stood gazing out at the island. His eyes were glazed and Lloyd knew he wasn't seeing the present but viewing the stagnant images of the past. "Used to hang the heads of the dead from the bow," he said when Lloyd neared him. "Sent to warning to both friend and enemy." "They did that with Blackbeard," Lloyd answered quietly. "They said his body swam around the ship three times before sinking." He paused and frowned. "You think that's true?" "Didn't see it, lad. But I ain't saying it isn't possible." He gave him a sideways look, a small smirk twisting

As the man himself had said, the Blood Ravens didn’t take prisoners. Masato, with his focused and determined gaze, never let go of my hand, guiding me along a route that only he seemed to know. “We’re almost there,” he said as we ran, his voice muffled by the sounds of war around us. “The hidden pier is just behind those rocks. We have a boat waiting.” “Hidden pier?” “Yes. Thomas has a secret spot on this hell he calls an island. That’s probably where he’ll try to escape, though I doubt he’ll make it there alive.”

I stated rather than asked. Thomas's eyes widened, and Louis stopped scrolling through his phone so abruptly I thought he might have frozen. "Château Beaumont," Louis whispered. "That's where we're headed. The French castle tour." My stomach dropped. "That's where it happened, isn't it?" Thomas nodded slowly. "I think so. In my dreams, there's always a stone courtyard, and those distinctive arched windows..." He trailed off, looking pale. "I've seen pictures of the château in our itinerary. It matches."

I guess I’ll stick with hating him, after all, I have always hated him so this doesn’t change anything. A few hours after we left Washington, we arrived at Castle Black. I set an alarm on my phone to remind me to use my spray before it fades away. It lasts for only one hour so I had to spray often to keep my scent hidden. When I first heard that Alpha Dominic built a castle and name it castle Black, I thought it would look like a hinted Castle with eerie shadows in the dark and echoes of ghost voices. My mind already conjured several pictures of what his Castle would look like, but when we stepped down from the car, I could hold in the gasp that escaped from my mouth as I marvelled at the be

But what if? "The regal II". How majestic. Roland and cordelia stood at their private pier with their castle in sight behind them, staring in great awe at the wonder that was brought home. "The regal II" stood majestically in front of them, carrying a five storey stern castle painted blue with hints of gold. "Ah, isn't she glorious?" Said captain Rodrick, walking out of the stern castle. "She truly is, captain Rodrick." Said Roland. "She truly is."

Thomas almost lost his mind when he saw the scene in the villa main kitchen that night. Thomas initially went back inside after waiting in the car for thirty minutes but Zachary still hadn't shown up. Tonight they were going to the Dawson family's successful black market arms warehouse, which was off the island, about two hours away by Dawson's private helicopter.

But fear is a crude instrument. I watch as Thomas climbs onto a crate near the fountain. He waves his arms. “Citizens of Silvercrest!” he bellows. “Open your eyes! Your Alpha is mad! The Black Wolf eats your gold while he sells your secrets to the south!” A few people stop. Heads turn. “He sits in his tower, plotting!” Thomas screams, really getting into it. “He banished his own mate to cover his crimes! The grain you eat is tainted with Redmaw sorcery!”

I fake a yawn, but it turns real halfway through, and my eyes water again. He shakes his head like I am a problem he does not want to deal with. Yeah, he definitely hates me. I must have done something terrible to him in another life. That is the only explanation that makes sense right now. Sully parks right in front of the entrance. The engine quiets, and the space around us feels too still for a moment. So this is where the Alpha lives. Blackwood Castle. He does not look like someone who owns a place like this. Then again, neither did Damian. Looks do not seem to matter much with people like them.

Sam's marine demon grumbled out loud. We swam closer to the light, and the first few guards came into view seconds later. They were stationed in the middle of the ocean, their faces alert. They saw us, and simply nodded as hello. Only then did I see the castle. The enormous structure was stark white. So white, it was almost a light in itself. Scales were carved into it, and the castle almost looked like sand, so smooth that it was. The round tops made it look like a mosque, and the long spirals next to it were so sharp, it could pierce a whale easily. Several round gardens were dotted around the building, the colourful coral and green sea grass filled with fish.