The Citadel Novels & Stories

The citadel empty of her ridiculous soft presence and frightened breathing and that smell that made his wolf want to-) Ezekiel slammed the thought closed. Walked to the window. The citadel sprawled below, grey stone and sharp angles, built for war not comfort. His father's vision. His grandfather's before that. Generations of Crescent kings ruling from this cold fortress, and Ezekiel had perfected its coldness. Made it his.

He heard that Jerell is a scholar but what is his Blitzkrieg gift? "You can only be one if you have accepted death wholeheartedly. According to… the answer provided to me, the Queen will invite you to be a dweller in her Queendom. Then, you're going to decide for yourself which Edifice you want to belong to. "There are ten edifices. The current Queen once belonged to the Cathedral. The Cathedral is where Angels dwell." "Dimensia," Dylan blinked. "Why is it called that way? Is it because of the word Dimension?"

The VTOL cut through the low-hanging thunderclouds, touching down on the fortified landing pad of the Starfall Citadel with a heavy, pneumatic sigh. The citadel—a brutalist monolith of reinforced dark granite and ballistic glass nestled deep within the jagged cliffs of the Outer Sectors—was Rhys Stormfang’s primary stronghold. Here, far beneath the watchful electronic eyes of the High Council, the air didn't smell of corporate aerosol or cheap copper. It smelled of wet stone, pine resin, and raw, untamed wolf blood.

Every time his boots hit the wet rock, a small arc of silver static would leap from his heels, sizzling against the damp masonry before dissolving into the dark. "I spent three years mapping these drainage lines when my house first took the western land charters," Camille whispered ahead of them, her boots making a rhythmic, splashing sound in the dark. "Alaric’s architects didn't build the Citadel on a clean slate. They built it over the original settlement walls. The Crown’s legal jurisdiction stops at the old high-water mark." "The guards," Elena muttered, her eyes scanning the dark intersections of the pipe lines. "Cassian doesn't leave blind spots, Camill

He was a slick man in a velvet suit, who had initially looked at Ren’s casual hoodie with disdain, but was now practically bowing after seeing Ren’s credit pre-authorization. "The Citadel features reinforced bio-glass windows capable of stopping small arms fire," the salesman continued, tapping the tinted glass. "It has an independent oxygen filtration system that scrubs 99.9% of atmospheric toxins. You could drive through a chemical spill in Sector 9 and breathe air fresher than a mountain meadow."

The central energy tower rose up before us like a giant needle of dark steel, stretching five hundred feet into the blue sky. At its base sat the central citadel—a heavy, three-story stone fortress surrounded by a high black iron fence. Deep inside the stone yard of the fortress, a giant machine began to hum. It was a low, vibrating sound that made the concrete under our boots shake. A thin, pale blue line of light shot up from the top of the dark steel needle, spreading outward into the sky like a giant umbrella. The edges of the light began to drop toward the ground, forming a glowing dome that was slowly closing around the entire three-block perimeter of the citad

"Well, go directly to the Holy City." Having made a decision in his heart, Tadhg Walter turned into a streak of light, and flew into this world of origin based on the memories he had swallowed the illusion and Karma Fire. Flying all the way, less than half an hour later, Tadhg Walter arrived in front of a large blue citadel standing straight in the void. This citadel wall does not have a powerful aura like the original city, it only has antiquity and mixed traces. It seems that this citadel has gone through endless years, even the years are not enough to describe this ancient citadel. If you have to imagine it, then you can only pass by.

yes, it's true sometimes I became frightened but he can't do anything other than forcing his self on me. " You know what Kashvi. I have dismissed every security from here means there is no more security around the building. even no lock on the entrance gate. no lock on the windows. you can roam anywhere even can go out from here. you can run anywhere you want but you still can't fly out from here. Do you know why? " He said without turning but taping his index fingers on the glass of the window. " Why? " I asked not giving a shit to his game right now I want clothes to wear.

Lux-urbe is a large kingdom surrounded by hills, the only known route into this fortress is through a wide gorge, along the gorge lies a forest of pine trees before the gates of the kingdom. The Citadel, a wide, five floor stone tower, could be seen from all over the kingdom for it stood at the top of a plateau, in the middle of the kingdom. There are two stairways running from bottom to top of the plateau. The door into the Citadel was always open so complaints can be taken directly to the Bishop.

The world slowed, and absolutely everything else faded from view. The castle opened up to a small courtyard, one bathed in moonlight and stars. There were countless plants that lined the columns of the courtyard. Hundreds of vibrant flowers jutted from the ground, or sat in ceramic pots. I could hear the distant trickle of water as it spewed from a fountain. This was one of the places Atlas’s sisters had told me about, a place where spring still existed and winter could not take hold. Within this sliver of spring, Atlas stood twenty feet away from me.