Tangled Castle Novels & Stories

The buildings really were in ruins, but what was thriving here was nature, trees were still full of leaves and fruits whilst the grass was a vibrant green colour. I move to the staging area where TJ had ripped apart the man pretending to be Aslo, his scattered parts had already decayed a fair amount and his blood still littered the ground. I carried on moving through into the castle that was also in ruins, ivy grew all over, the ceilings had collapsed in some places, making it difficult to move through but the deeper I got into the castle, I could hear a noise, it sounded like people. Following the sounds, I carefully manoeuvre around all the debris into a deeper part of the castle, there sa

“Not as much as Kate did, but I studied the old texts while I was trying to break my curse. I might be able to counter some of her spells.” We’re gathering in the strategy room now and maps are being spread across tables, and I’m trying to focus on tactics and planning but part of my mind is stuck on that image of my children unconscious and helpless, and I have to force myself to breathe through the panic. “The castle will be warded,” Donald says, pointing at the map. “Probably layered protections that’ll trigger if we approach directly. But there are old smuggler tunnels underneath from when it was an active fortress, if they haven’t collapsed they might give us a way in.”

The rest of the island was completely consumed by a thick forest. As Caitlin flew in the air, up and down on the wind currents, turning and swooping and diving, she circled the island again. The castle was huge, magnificent. Parts of it were crumbling, but other parts, those hidden from outside view, in the interior, were perfectly intact. There were inner courtyards and outer courtyards, ramparts, turrets, winding staircases, and acres and acres of gardens. It was large enough to hold a small army.

I was completely surprised at the fact that he was helping me and for the fact that he was actually listening. Wow, Ace does have a little soul in him. Ace saw me staring at him dumbly and he glared. "What!?" He growled. I looked away quickly. "Nothing." We rode on for a few more minutes before we saw a pathway of green and clean cut grass that leads to a huge white castle that I think is at least 4 storey high. As we passed through the pathway I saw tall green hedges that stood on either side and continuing on different right angles forming a maze. A bunch of flowers. The castle stood at the end of the path standing tall and majestic. It stretched throughout most of the maze's length. A gaz

All good and bad things pass away with time. I had a vellum notebook in my hand and a charcoal pencil to sketch out the castle battlements. Supposedly, I was to mark any problems with our castle’s defenses, but wasn’t that a bit of a joke? Torieux employed several human magicians to create a barrier that obscured the appearance of the Castel. If any werewolf was crazy enough to travel several leagues into our corner of the Wilds, I would commend them for surviving.

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

If she hadn't been quick to hide herself earlier, she would have already been found by Larissa! … The castle was located in the deepest part of the Twilight Group's territory, taking up a huge piece of the land. The place was covered with overgrown weeds that were so thick that it practically covered up the entire wire mesh fence. Looking from afar, the castle stood in solitude with a thick layer of mist surrounding it. The tower's pointy tip looked like sharp blades that were keeping trespassers out. Larissa frowned as she looked at the hole in the wire mesh fence. "Is this where MAVIS went in from?"

She knows that the tangled web of deceit and manipulation in the castle is far from over, and she intends to use it to her advantage. Meagia begins whispering to herself. “This castle is filled with fools and liars. Let them play their games. I'll find a way out of here and take control of my own destiny.” The dungeon, with its secrets and simmering tensions, remains a place where alliances shift like shadows, and Meagia is determined to navigate the treacherous terrain to secure her own freedom and justice.

Willa’s eyes followed it until it disappeared, and only echoes of its brakes could be heard. The thick white fog parted just enough for them to see the castle, but nothing beyond. Indeed, it followed everything she had written to the core. On the castle gates, above them, Dracula Castle was carved in bold letters that dripped with fresh blood, as if a soul had been murdered into it. Two guards stood by, handing out numbered tags. Willa knew the drill; it was her world. Slowly, the line inched forward, and soon she reached for hers. The tag burned as it touched her palm, imprinting her identity:

Caleb Kensington was in turmoil. His usually suave look was distorted, his curly, black hair ruffled by his long, strong fingers, and his shirt was untucked and half-unbuttoned. “If my wife could see me now, she would surely faint from shock,” he mused. “If only I knew where she was,” he muttered, dragging his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that night.