The Man In Castle Novels & Stories

I yanked my arm from him, still feeling the effects of our bathroom conversation, and he gave me a hurt look as he quickly turned away. "Watch where you are going. This isn't an amusement park." he snapped at me. I ignored him and continued looking around. The pillars supported a walk out balcony high up. Round towers of stone stood connected at each end of the castle facing us. I mused it was very text book, and I wasn't as surprised as Reggie. The front door suddenly opened, and an older man bowed at Cash. "Sire, it's good to see you have come home." The man stood straight as cash embraced him in a hug, causing the older man to chuckle affectionately.

he simply said, as if that answered all my questions. " What does that mean," I asked. " All will be explained in due time," he tells me. " Come," he says, holding out his hands. I was hesitant at first. I don't know this man. I take his hand and he lead me to the rock castle with the lava around it. Some bodies looked like soldiers made out of the fire, carrying spears standing at the gate. The man bypasses them and continues inside the castle. The lava shadows dancing on the rocks looks so beautiful.

The last thing I am willing to die without trying to save myself. I struggle to get on my feet and grunt in pain as I do so. When I am finally up on my feet, I drag my weight towards the window, dragging along the block of chain that is tied to my ankle again. As my eyes land on the window and I take the sight of the image outside the window, I freeze automatically to my heels and stare unbelievably at the sight in front of me. There are people and wolves surrounding the entire block of the castle. And standing in the middle of them, leading the group is a familiar tall framed guy with hair as beautifully messy as I had last seen it.

I asked him. The man smiled at me. "Don't worry because we are almost there." The man seemed kind so I just closed my eyes and still followed him into the deepest of the forest. My eyes widened when I saw a small but beautiful castle inside a forest. "Who is the owner of this beautiful castle?" I couldn't help but ask the man while my eyes couldn't take off the beautiful castle. This is the first time that I saw a castle so I was fascinated by it. I know it was not a real castle where the king, queen, princes, and princesses lived but the castle was built beautifully.

From the outside, red roses can be seen on the black fence, making the castle look very romantic. "Welcome, Delia, Catherine has been waiting for you," says a silver-haired man dressed as a butler outside the castle. I whispered to Vivian as I watched everything on the way. “Vivian, you're a witch. See if there's anything wrong here.” "Yes, sister." A bell rang between her wrists, and Vivian answered me with magic.

The werewolves who caught sight of me running gave me strange looks as if I had completely lost my mind. I wasn't here to play the part of a dignified Queen, so their judgment didn't bother me. At last, I reached the entrance of the castle's main door. Trying to catch my breath, I spotted two figures in the distance - a man and a woman. The woman lovingly adjusted the man's necktie, and they looked so adorable together. I glanced over at the man standing across from me, blocking my view of his face. He had silver hair and a strong build.

We traveled quietly through the castle, and had just made it to the stairwell when a voice rang out behind us, and we turned to see a man leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. "Those must be the princes I've heard so much about," he said, his eyes sharp and darkly colored. I opened my mouth to speak, but stole a quick glance at Troy, whose expression caught me off guard. He was glaring, his brow furrowed and his shoulders so rigid I thought they would burst through his gray T-shirt. "What are you doing here?" Troy snapped through gritted teeth. The man stepped forward into the light, giving me a better view of his face. He was young, roughly Troy's age. He had dark hair and pale skin,

Damian took his time, enjoying the way the suspense built to the point where my uncle was probably close to shaking the answer from the infuriating man. “There is only one man who has managed to sneak into the castle on two separate occasions. On both of these occasions, attacks on important dignitaries were carried out in a manner which would speak to an amount of military training,” Damian drawled, pausing for effect. “Oh for fuck sakes, just tell us who it was,” Dimitri bellowed. A gleam entered Damian’s eyes as he looked at me. “The man is Enzo Castello.”

My eyes lifted to meet his piercing blue stare, we were quiet for a few minutes, just observing each other. Fredrick had always been a calculating man. "Mo", he whispered. My heart leaped into my throat as I fought back tears. "That man in the castle- that man stole you from me long ago". My brows furrowed at this statement. "Freddy, please explain. I cannot bear to be in the dark any longer. His hands slid down my back and twisted my shirt into his fists. "The night you were killed, I was also murdered. The man from the castle saw me on the streets of New York and stalked me for months.

he said. "But you said this place was empty-" "Well, well well," a voice interrupted her. Their heads snapped in the direction of the voice; four men came out of a dark hallway that led into the rooms of the castle. "What do we have here," a man dressed in a tiger-fur winter coat with gloves and holding the leash of a funny-looking creature, spoke to them. His head was bald, his lips were slitted across as though a blade had run through it, and he had a thick black mustache that lined his upper lip, almost concealing his mouth.