Tangled Castle Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” The sorcerer leaned forward, her sharp eyes gleaming in the dim firelight. “Your mind will fade. That is the nature of this spell. You will wake as someone else, think as someone else, be someone else. But…” She lifted a crooked finger. “If I bind your blood to the transformation, a fragment of your subconscious will linger. Not memories, not clarity, but a whisper—instincts, feelings, dreams, a shadow of who you were.” Ayaan swallowed hard. “For how long?”

Well, the house is about to be born again… with someone’s blood. “Mr. Valante,” Mr. Calmar greeted from the barely lit entrance and he began to lead me down a narrow corridor on our left. The journey was short. But it was meaningful because my feet could feel some vibration that fascinated me. That must have been how Toph in ATLA felt. It is a thrilling feeling. I should walk barefoot more.

Chapter 9 Most times, the most difficult moments in one's life are when you are in a dilemma to make such risky decisions. As I lay restlessly in bed all night, lost in the depths of my thoughts, I weighed the precarious odds and potential benefits of my situation. The tangled web of relationships had captured me completely. Mr. Blackwood's relentless pursuit continued incessantly, despite our familial ties. His persistence both intrigued and unsettled me, casting shadows of doubt on the affinal bond we shared.

One wrong move, one misplaced step, and the fragile threads holding our world together would unravel into chaos and destruction. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, the air thick with anticipation and fear. Every fiber of my being screamed with the urgency of the situation, the need to make the right choice before it was too late. But as the seconds ticked by, a sense of resignation washed over me. We were all players in a dangerous game, bound together by the tangled web of fate and circumstance. And in that moment, I realized that no matter the outcome, none of us would emerge unscathed from the tangled mess we found ourselves in.

When will they understand that? I was about to retaliate, but it seems her bag of words is overflowing. She beats me to it. “And witchcraft, is that how you are able to pull all these luring men to your trap? Even when you are locked up in this cage? Your spell must be really strong.” I smirk at that. “Call it whatever you want, but you are puking rubbish! I am fooling with no man, and" “Then who is this Jerry that you were calling, huh?” Her voice is pretty, dragging my eyes to my child as she tosses on the bed.

Her smile faltered, and she tugged harder, but the door refused to budge. A cold reality dawned on her: the cuffs may have failed, but the cell's magical containment held strong. "No, no, no," she muttered, frustration etching her face. Ariella pounded on the door, her fists clenched in rage. "Stupid, arrogant fools! They may have botched the cuffs, but they didn't mess up the containment." Her gaze frantically scanned the cell, searching for any weakness, but the enchanted walls and spell-warded tiles remained impassable.

I had mastered the art and craft of failing in everything I do. I walked into the library, my body soaked head to toe, water dripping all over the floors of the library, my brown hair looking wet and not organized, I could see him sitting in a corner. When Lucas had described him, he had done him a great injustice, he was way better looking than the mental picture I had of him, he had all black hair, a tattoo-covered body, he wore black short sleeves with black jeans and black boots. He looked like the human version of a perfectly cut handsome robot, his brows were properly arched and his eyes were coffee brown, his hair was curly and his shoulder was broad, as he stood up and approached me,

May-day Mayday… Houston we have a problem. ‘To my utter shock, they were discussing Sinclair family’, she gave a fake horrific sound. A deep choking sound emitted from my throat. Trapped. I can see myself on the noose, my hands tied. A decree was read by Vivian that I was convicted of high treason and hence must be burned at the stake.

The huge towers of the castle just made it worse, spinning many rumors about the 'Castle on the Edge'. If there was anything she hated more than the castle itself, it was that it was the nest of monsters. Dragons perched on the towers, fae flitted in and out, tormenting anyone who dared look their way. Every day she spent in the castle was absolute hell. But, there was one good thing there. "I call on the mother of fairies, the bearer of light, Madaline"

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.