The Citadel Novels & Stories

Something enormous began moving inside the portal. Slowly... A gigantic fortress emerged. Built entirely from black crystal and crimson fire. Its towers stretched into the clouds. Its gates were covered in ancient symbols. General Draven's face turned pale. "It can't be..." Nyros whispered the name with visible fear. "The Citadel of Ash." Asterion lowered his head. "It was destroyed a thousand years ago." The Blood Flame laughed. "Nothing created by darkness ever truly dies." The floating fortress settled above the kingdom, casting an endless shadow over the battlefield.

"For everything. For the three years of silence. For the fact that even our 'freedom' is just a different kind of war." "Is it ever going to end, Xander?" I asked, looking at him. "Or are we just going to keep running until there's nothing left of us but our names?" He reached out, his thumb brushing a tear from my cheek. "We make it end. Tomorrow, at the Citadel. We give the world its money back, and we take our lives back. Even if it means we never see a skyscraper again." We reached the Citadel at dawn. It was a massive, artificial island of black steel and white light, rising out of the ocean like a modern Atlantis. As the V

Once the dam burst, nothing could rebuild those walls. No. Wrong. Only one person could rebuild them the way he had my entire life. My best friend who was now more than that to me. Jericho Astor. I'd die without him. I knew I would. I gazed over the railing at the long drop. "Thinking of jumping?" I startled, gasping but then choked when a ball of air lodged in my throat. My father gingerly rubbed soothing circles over my back, "Relax, it's just me."

This act aggravated the state of tension that held the people of the Kingdom of Muzagah. Usually, the main gate was always guarded by soldiers. Over a thousand sentries were always designated by the ruling authorities to guard it against invasion from invaders. Today, the sentries were stationed on top of the turrets. They were prepared to fight from that point. They held stones, clubs, arrows, and spears. They were ready to strike their enemies below.

As long as Skarsgard Castle is untouched by others, she gives complete control to her four children, Damien and Irina in particular. Unfortunately, it seems that this time Victoria had to step in. Because the Alpha who was predicted to be the strongest leader of his people, as well as the Hybrid created by her son, Damien, knew the location of their Castle. It could be, in an instant, another creature came attacking. Because out there, many hold a grudge against them. Like it or not, Victoria must be on guard and intervene directly if someone attacks her favorite palace. "Like I said before, ma'am. I have to use it before I get rid of it." Damien answered straightforwardly. Victoria chuckled

I gave my pack a weak smile reassuring them I was fine now and stayed focused on our Alpha. "I know you are all wondering why were are here tonight as we, the Blue Moon pack, don't do many of these pack meetings. We are a peaceful small pack after all." The crowd cheered at our Alphas words. "But being so small we need alliances so we have agreed with the Midnight Warrior pack to help them with anything for their alliance as they are the largest Warrior pack in the world." I knew it!

I will have to act like I am calm, like he didn't fuck me into oblivion last night. The Andersen Silverclaw Citadel rises from the mountain rocks like a giant stone fortress. It has huge iron gates, stone columns, and gold wolf banners hanging from the walls. I have been here many times, but nights like this always make me feel like a small pup stepping straight into a lion’s den.

Every mile pulled me further from what I knew. The road started climbing. Mountains rose around us, peaks lost in fog. The air turned colder. When the vehicle finally slowed, I sat up straighter. Massive black gates appeared ahead, flanked by stone walls that seemed to go on forever. Armed soldiers stood watch. No lights. No welcome. Just power. The Obsidian Citadel. The gates creaked open. We drove into a wide courtyard. The guards got out first. One opened my door. “We have arrived.” I stepped out on shaky legs. The mountain air bit at my skin. The Citadel loomed over everything, dark stone, sharp angles, walls so high they blocked most of the sky. It felt c

The touch was fleeting, tentative, but it sent a jolt through me that lingered long after the sun had set. The next day, Ivan brought us to the Citadel of Salah El-Din, its massive walls looming against the azure Cairo sky. The fortress stood like a sentinel of history, guarding secrets of centuries past. From the moment I stepped through its gates, I was struck by the sheer scale of the place. The sprawling complex seemed to hum with stories of triumph and betrayal, of power and decay. Inside, the Muhammad Ali Mosque sparkled like a gem, its alabaster walls glinting in the sunlight, rivaling the brightness of the day itself.

But that changed when girls started to be taken by force to be sold as slaves. There are 2 sides of the city. The Southside is called "The Signature" where all the rich and powerful live. I heard, everything can be found there and any disease can be cured in a blink of an eye. There was even a rumor saying that they have found a medicine to make people able to live longer than 100 years. I've always wanted to take my mom to The Signature. She has a major breathing problem that the doctors here can't really cure. That's because we live on the Northside of the city. People call this side "Tonko". I call it "Hell hole".