The Glass Castle Novels & Stories

He frightens Hunnie and her mind begins to race to a point she was stuck. "Uhm...Uhm..." I continued to examine the window. It was a regular thinned glass that seamed to be breakable, just very tall, but Bahm chimes in how the window was bullet proof and he didn't think I could break it. Also pointing out the fact that Hunnie has never been here before, so it wasn't like she could summon a portal somewhere there. A tracking spell too would take long to complete and according to Bahm, Cyn was running loosely throughout the castle!

She felt very small. Up ahead, she saw a house. But it did not look like a normal house. It was not made of wood. It was not made of bricks. It was made of black glass. The glass was dark and shiny. The house looked like a giant box of shadows sitting on the cliff. There were no trees around it. There were no flowers. There was only the black glass and the gray sky. People called this house "The Obsidian." It was a very expensive and a very scary place.

she threw a warm smile over her shoulder, directed at Elliot. I moved back a little, walking slowly next to Elliot, “Is she talking about Chaos?” I whispered. “Mhmm,” he responded with a light nod. My mind was swirling with questions. How did she know with a single glance at Elliot? Xantha’s main castle was stunning. The exterior was a deep, almost black-blue stone with creeping vines covering a large portion of the walls. Crystal clear blue waters surround the base of the castle, flowing into nearby canals that traveled away from the castle. The guards posted on each side of the door bowed as we walked across the bridge before opening the large double doors.

I could smell cedar through the window. Finally, the car turned down a hidden path. Cecil squealed, hopping up to look out the window as we grew closer. The breathtaking sight of a magnificent, blood red castle perched atop a hill. Redstone walls, adorned with intricate carvings, rose majestically against a clear blue sky. Pointed turrets pierced the heavens, and a sprawling courtyard welcomed us with open arms. "Wow!" Cecil gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. "Is that the castle? Is that your castle?"

The doors led out into what Charlotte could only describe as a sort-of indoor courtyard. The room had a high ceiling which appeared to be made of a glass that was painted to look like the night sky. Her best guess was that it had been done in order to prevent the actual sunlight from coming in through the glass. Small white lights hung from the ceiling, suspended on a clear, thin wire. They gave off a white, pale glow that reminded them of the glow of stars. It was probably the first and only room she came across with any electricity. It seemed that this room might have been modified in recent years, compared to the rest of the castle.

My wolf might be weak but it could still see clearly in the middle of the night Raising my head, all I could see is, a castle a beautiful castle, a glass castle that was when I realized where I am, I am in Wildfang Shadow Pack, and I am climbing up to the castle almost at the outskirts of the pack, far from every member of this wolves living in this pack.

AVERY “ Well, what do we have here… ” Aleister mumbles, pausing on the bridge that leads to the crystal building in the distance. My breath catches in my throat as I gawk at the black glass. This is the most beautiful castle in all four Kingdoms, glass and crystals weaved together to make it appear like a part of a dark fairytale. This is the second time I am getting the chance to admire it. And no doubt, if I can look at it a little longer, every day, I won’t mind at all.

I looked back over to see him smile as we drove through the gate of the Moonlight Pack. "My thoughts exactly, which is why a spare room on my floor is made up for you." I looked at him stunned as he pulled in front of a tall, brick castle looking mansion. I looked at the walls, where moss and morning glories were climbing up and trying to break through the windows.

I met Devin at the castle's main entrance, marveling at how the young wolf seemed impervious to the cold in her light jacket. "Ready for the grand tour?" Devin asked, bouncing on her toes. I nodded, pulling my borrowed down coat and woolen scarf tighter around me. "Lead the way." We set off, Devin's steady stream of commentary painting a vivid picture of life in Winterspire. As we walked, I couldn't help but be awed by the castle's architecture. Soaring towers of pale gray stone stretched toward the sky, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns of frost. Massive windows of what appeared to be ice rather than glass caught the sunlight, sending rainbows dancing across the snow.

The kind of house that looks like it belongs in a movie. Katie's eyes went wide. "You live in a castle?" Margaret laughed. "It's just a big old house, sweetheart. Very drafty. Very expensive to heat." "But it's a CASTLE." Edward met us at the door. He looked nervous, but happy. "Come in, come in. I made tea. And cookies. Margaret said Katie likes cookies." "I LOVE cookies." The inside was even more amazing. High ceilings. Dark wood. Stained glass windows. Old furniture that looked like antiques. Paintings on the walls, portraits of people from a hundred years ago.