The Citadel Novels & Stories

“How far?” Sable didn’t turn. “Four hours on foot. Two, if Elias stops sulking and uses his abilities.” Elias’s fists clenched. “I am not leaving footprints of golden energy across the forest for the Circle to track.” “Oh, please,” Sable scoffed. “They already know where you are.” Elias’s glow flickered. Alexander stepped in quickly. “Enough. Sable—what exactly is the Citadel?” Sable slowed, glancing back. “The most secure purge research facility in the world. A fortress built into the cliffs. Labs. Cells. Weapons development. Genetic archives.”

Below, the ancient fortress stood bathed in warm sunlight, its meteor-steel towers and glacial quartz domes glittering like diamonds against the white arctic snow. Inside the Citadel's grand central cathedral—an colossal hall carved three thousand years ago from a single solid vein of black volcanic basalt—the atmosphere was thick with reverent magic, fragrant ozone, and the electric tension of an empire transformed. For the first time in recorded history, representatives of all four realms stood assembled under a single roof.

The movement against the Moon Citadel happens at dawn three days later. The Moon Citadel is where Araya has been operating from since the ceremony, the High Seer's chambers in the rebuilt upper level, and the citadel also serves as the coordination point for the rebellion's planning, the intelligence reports confirming that the Direwolf and vampire house representatives have been meeting in the citadel's lower chambers with Araya's knowledge and under Araya's protection.

"Then we fight twice the war. The plague upon our gates. and Vosvak in the Citadel." The barrier blazed out again in furious intensity, and both of them threw their power into it, golden light blazing across the darkness above. But beneath Krishna's hot determination, her heart writhed. For somewhere deep inside, under the battle-fire, she hoped Miyal was still strong enough to cling on. In the Citadel Distant, under cracked stone spires and bloody banners, Miyal lay groaning in his quarters. The walls of the Citadel, which were once consecrated with protection runes, now seemed to seep black vein

But no, I'm stuck here at the citadel playing queen bee to a bunch of harpies. I glance around our chamber. The entire citadel is stone from floor to columned ceiling with miles of tiled floors that sound nice beneath my boots when I'm angry like I am now. Of course, the tile doesn't give when I kick it so the walls with their brick and mortar are better for boot assaults. The citadel is a sprawling castle-like structure with hundreds of rooms and behaves more like a city. The walls tower above the buildings surrounding us. The rooms are filled with everything from offices for military intelligence to our arsenal and our sleepin

The transition from the Sunless Sea to the Citadel of the Shards was a descent into a world of clinical perfection. The Citadel was built into the side of a nameless peak in the Svalbard archipelago, a structure of glass and reinforced steel that looked less like a building and more like a needle piercing the sky. Here, there was no mud, no sulfur, and no smell of damp fur. There was only the hum of high-end air filtration and the soft, white glow of recessed LED strips.

The High Council was too afraid to arrest the woman who had just saved the timeline.. They did not offer her a throne either. They did what politicians always do when they do not understand something: they put her in a prison with nice walls. We were moved to the Citadel of Whispers. It is a fortress made of black rock. It is on a rock outside the city. This place is for people who are not wanted. The walls are lined with special rocks to stop magic from getting out. The only way to get back to the city is across a bridge guarded by soldiers.

Zarek handed her a flask of water, which she accepted with a nod. "The army's ready," Jon said, voice low. "Ready to die if they must," Rune added grimly. "Ready to win," Veyra corrected, her silver eyes fierce. She strode to the center of the tent, where a crude map of the Black Citadel was spread across a table, pinned down with daggers. The Citadel was a monstrous thing even on paper—walls thicker than castle gates, towers that seemed to pierce the clouds, surrounded by canyons that belched poisonous smoke. It was not just a fortress. It was a curse made stone.

The void consumed her, leaving Gaia gasping for air as they stumbled into an unfamiliar, intimidating land. Before them stood the Citadel, ancient and imposing. The walls, cracked and crumbling, faintly glowing with a dark light that hinted at the magic flowing through it. “This place…” she murmured, her voice low. “Looks worse than it is,” Caelum said lightly, though his usual cheerfulness sounded forced. “Just don’t stray too far. Dreadfall isn't nice to strangers and wanderer's.”

"And he is waiting for me." Silas turned back to the window. "We're here," he said. I looked out. Through the rain and the spray a dark shape loomed out of the ocean. It was a jagged black rock rising hundreds of feet into the air. And perched on top like a vulture's nest was the Citadel. It was a fortress of concrete and steel. There were no lights. It sat in darkness. "Why is it dark?" I asked. "It should be lit up like a Christmas tree."