The Citadel Novels & Stories

Outside the tinted glass, the absolute, staggering scale of the Pan-Continental Alpha Summit finally came into full view. The Citadel was an ancient, sprawling mountain fortress violently carved straight from white marble and heavily reinforced with blackened ironwood. The towering walls were surrounded by the vibrant, snapping banners of over fifty distinct, powerful wolf packs. As our heavy transport ground to a final, hissing halt in the dead center of the grand courtyard, a massive crowd of continental nobility, High Elders, and the rabid foreign press corps swarmed the perimeter. Every single camera lens and predatory eye in the courtyard was locked dead

But to her, he was the man who had promised to build a fortress around her peace. "This is only the first tier, my Love," Dominic murmured, a rare, genuine smile softening the hard granite of his features. "The Citadel has secrets that the lower world has forgotten. I will show you the grand gardens, the ancient libraries, and the crystal vaults where the mountain's true heart beats. Today, the kingdom belongs to you." Leo looked up at them, his fear completely gone, as he pointed toward a massive, arched stone bridge connecting the palace tier to a distant, verdant plateau covered in green trees. "Can we go there next, Dominic? Can we touch the trees?"

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

The Citadel was unlike anything Elara had ever imagined. Built into the side of a jagged sea cliff, the fortress was a marvel of glass, steel, and ancient stone. As the sun began to rise over the ocean, the building seemed to glow like a diamond. ​Inside, Elara was swept into a world of quiet luxury. While her brothers retreated to a war room to discuss "security," she was handed over to a team of kind-eyed women who treated her with a reverence that made her want to hide.

I’ve never trusted anyone so completely. He’s right. I muse, finally admitting the truth, even if it is only to myself. Caspian is my mate. _______________ Mordred’s POV The Nightshade Citadel lies at the base of the austere rift valley which cleaves Asterion in two. Hundreds of feet below a suspension bridge connecting the two halves of the city, a stone fortress houses all those deemed unworthy of mixing with the pack.

Her mother gave Dannie a tight-lipped smile and she returned it. “Balric tells me,” Dad said from behind his desk. “You know where the gates are and how to close them?” “Yep, and I’m pretty sure I’m more than capable of doing it. There are four gates in the states, but I think the one in Cheyenne should be the one I practice on.” “Cheyenne,” Lee said her posture stiffening. “Interesting,” Dannie’s mom said and Dannie swore she was starting to hate that word. “I’d almost say the deabru was making a move on us.”

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

“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.”

Suddenly switching to English, he said, “Delmar wants you to return to the Citadel immediately.” What they referred to as the Citadel, it was where Rowan came from this morning. When she and her people were forced from their homes, Delmar led the construction of a safe-haven in the far western territories of the Dark Zone. They scaled to the top of a plateau amidst a range of rough and rocky mountains, and for five years since, they had dedicated all of their time and resources into fortifying the plateau into an armed and well-protected fortress where they could keep the remnants of their society safe.

Once they were assured that neither had suffered any injury, they escorted them to the Citadel. Keyla gazed at it with wide eyes. The structure was larger than she had imagined. A castle, really, with shimmering white marble walls. Though Keyla couldn’t tell from her vantage point, the lower section was constructed in the shape of a pentagon, with rounded corners. Two more levels were built atop that, each slightly smaller, like a celebration cake. There were a number of towers, all cylindrical, placed in what seemed a random pattern as they rose from the lower sections. Topped with low domes of silver, they gave the Citadel a s