The Man In Castle Novels & Stories

They halt their movement and moved back to their spot. JESSICA POV I ran out of the castle and strode into the village. He thinks I'm nothing just because I'm a woman. I scoffed. Everywhere was just rowdy, unlike the castle that is boring and quiet. I walk through the trackway as I look from side to side at the people walking at the edge of the village. There building tall bricks to surround the castle and they were only half way to finish it up. I paused someone caught my attention. I saw a man on black, he wasn't working like the rest on the people there and my instincts was telling me he was up to something.

One of the classic answer the confussion, and that the order is impure, and the originality of it is unreachable! “So I did cast an impure to my people,” he thought and laugh madly at the time passes. His mad of a laughter disturb the castle that is barely seen, and is surrounded by the darkest fog that is coming and go. Strangely, the castle is newly built, and the young lady in a golden hair is peeking through the darkness. She did notice the bloody-robe and have been wondering what is wrong with him. She murmur while slowly revealing the cruel light in her golden eye, “What a good-looking man! Is he new in this village?”

“When my luggage was thrown out of the room, it was Eden who spoke up for me. When I was kicked out of the castle with no place to go, it was Eden who helped me find a place to stay!” Adolph narrowed his eyes looked at the man. The situation felt strange. His instincts told him that Eden had a plan beyond simply helping a young woman in the castle. How had he been in a position to do so? Why had he been in the castle? There were too many questions floating around in his mind. He felt that the man was trouble, but he couldn’t exactly say why. Perhaps these were suspicions born of his jealousy, but he had always trusted his instincts. Killing him would be the easiest thing to do to avoid futur

Each building seemed to have been built purposely around the cathedral in an encompassing circle-like beautiful little ornaments. Fiona swept her gaze along the windows of the castle but stalled when she saw someone staring back at her. It seemed he. His bulky build made sure of showing no confusion even if he was so, so far away. It was quite distinguishable that he was wearing a white shirt, but that was all that could be made sense of. The rest was a blur. The man was still staring. His stare seemed so intense it made hairs stand at the back of her neck. She turned towards her mom, wishing she could see the strange man just as she did.

A castle far from the city, nestled in the forest! Are they not human? They were werewolves! When I came to this conclusion, my breathing stopped for half a minute and my heart beat hard. The man before me was a wolf! He was a wolf! "Y-You arewolf!!! not Human!" my voice kept shaking out of fear. I ran to the door and slapped the door of the room, hoping to escape. The man squeezed my shoulder and said in a mocking tone, "Little one, once you're in the castle, it's impossible to escape. Unless you make enough money to offset the cost."

I scratched my head awkwardly, not knowing what to say. I was about to open my mouth and explain that I was not who I thought I was but the man beat me into it. " I understand. Your highness, this way please." The man said, motioning for me to follow him. I didn't get to know what he understood before my legs carried me away, cautiously following behind the man as he led the way towards the huge magnificent castle. Approaching the castle, I could not help but marvel at how big it was. I could not hide the wonder that filled my eyes and the way they shone as I gazed at the magnanimous castle, with its high towers and large gate that stood out proudly adding to its charm.

The walls are painted white, the ceiling her very high, several paintings hang on the spotless walls, and several golden pillars support the castle. Jayden leads us to a hall and asks us to wait. From the look of things, he knows his way around the castle. He closes his eyes and mumbles a name. “Draco, I need you”. In a shocking second, we hear a low roaring windy sound, and then a breathtaking man dressed in all black is standing in front of us. The man is wearing black pants, a black top, black boots, and a long flowing black coat with white furs around the collar. His long, black hair is packed in a ponytail. He looks very handsome.

"This way." The cold-faced man (Ursula said this man was the dragon they were looking for) stopped after opening the door to the thirty-meter-high castle filled with strange carvings. Then the man twisted his body in a very graceful motion towards them. Without realizing it, he was now staring at a figure he had just realized was so beautiful, which made him admire that figure in silence. Isaac’s hands instantly covered his eyes, preventing him from continuing to stare at the cold-faced man.

This is how I save my people by getting out there. Getting my hands dirty. I pull the other sleeve and take another assessment. The maniacs are like a sea of frothing mass trying to overwhelm the castle. Some parts of the castle walls are already breached, broken and in pieces with barely enough guards fighting back. While the maniacs throw mass frantically at the other unbreached walls, trying to scale above it. I do not wait idly either. I leap into action, grabbing an unfortunate maniac by the head. With a rippling roar, I slam my other hand into it with bone cracking force and it crumples beneath my feet, twitching.

No theatrics. Just an absurdly calm seven-foot-tall man looking directly at you. He glances at the woman. Then at the six people. Then at ME. Finally: “You must be the new owner.” I look him up and down. Then sigh. “At last. Someone who looks appropriately expensive.” He almost smiles. Almost. Then he says: “We need to talk about the castle.” Me: “No. First you're going to explain why your employees have been freeloading on my property for forty years.”