The Man In Castle Novels & Stories

I knew the Dark Alpha came from old money but seeing this castle, I needed help to guess how old. We were taken to a room and asked to wait, standing. A few minutes later, a tall, dark-skinned, brown-haired, grey-eyed man walked in. He was brawny and wore a black shirt that hugged his muscles tightly. He had long hair, which he packed in a ponytail. His beard was bushy, but it didn't hide his pink lips. The man was handsome, and he walked up to us with a stern face. "Are these the trophies?" He asked, and the bastard that slapped me stepped forward.

“Seems other people gave to fear us.” “That is; if we can get what to feed all of us to survive after winter and do everything as you said.” I chuckled at his words as we came in front of the castle. People piled up in front of the castle as they saw us appear from the woods. “Guess we’ll have to talk about something when you finish with what you have to do,” he said, disappearing from my side. The old man stopped in front of the dilapidated castle, looking around for a while and at the people gathered in front of it to welcome us. “Looks like you’ve managed to build something for yourself out here, even without help.”

With as much speed as I could muster, I ran away from the door and the hallway altogether, while wiping away any signs of sadness from my face. Somehow, I managed to get to one of the main hallways of the castle. Leaning on one of the walls, I drew in a deep breath while reminding myself of the reason I stepped out of my room in the first place. Maybe fate was on my side after all, because the moment I turned my head to take a good look at the place I had wound up in, my eyes took notice of a man in a black tunic decorated with golden buttons with a sword strapped to his side. One of the alpha’s men.

Raising his hands defensively, he stammered, "M-Manuel caught them leaving the castle on the CCTV, but there was no sign they left with an extra individual, only Ximena." The word cycled my brain like the world's most horrifying mantra, his words sending a jolt of lightning through my veins. "Who the hell is Manuel?" I shouted, shaking him violently. "And if they didn't leave with my father, then where is he? How does a king just vanish from his own damn castle?!” Hugo’s voice, barely a whisper, pierced through my fury. "Manuel is our new head of security... You haven’t caught his name yet, have you?”

What I don’t hear is people. “Hello? I’m looking for my friends,” I state. “And my mother. Who’s here?” “I am.” My head cocks forward. Standing at the doors of the castle is a tall man wearing thick blue robes the same shade as the flag. His blond hair is so bright and pale that it’s almost white. Strangely enough, the lashes lacing his eyes are dark brown, making his pale blue irises pop up. His skin is so pale and so smooth that he’s just one shade darker than the white marble background behind him.

Somewhere away from Vereluxe City in an unknown island, a mighty tall building could be seen up ahead as it was carefully crafted in a perfect shape like a castle. It had several lights inside of it as its glowing chandelier could be seen from down on the building. The open ground seemed to be for the regular villagers, and then the top castle was reserved for the special specifics, and there were two young men staring right up at the castle. “I heard that Master Bree would be home soon,” a man muttered as he looked at the other.

He wore a red and white biker jacket, his back strapped by arrows and his hair messy—let’s not get into the sweat that smelled weird mildly by. “You should know, I’m a hunter. I don’t settle in one place for so long,” he spoke, closing in. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I was taking care of her before you arrived,” the man spoke. “No, you’re not. Power overpowered your sight. She had your brains in her hands,” he spoke, entering the castle. “And who is she to you?” the man asked again, and this time I also paid attention to hear his response. “I don’t know. Not just yet,” he spoke behind his shoulder, and I didn’t waste a chance to enter the house, fuming.

Most of our luggage had already been shipped ahead, so each of us carried only a small backpack. Yvette appeared sad and disappointed that she didn't get to see Harold one last time. I didn't know how to comfort her, so I simply stayed by her side quietly. The boarding announcement came over the speakers. I held Yvette's hand and began walking toward the gate. Suddenly, Harold's surprised voice rang out behind us. "Catherine? Yvette? Where are you two going?" I turned around and saw three of them standing there, looking just like a perfect family. I looked composed and said nothing.

He turned and offered his hand to Cassie who has a blush on her cheeks, helping her gracefully step out of the expensive car. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Cassie let out a small gasp. She was completely stunned by the beauty and sheer size of the castle. It was even bigger and more impressive than the last one she had been taken to. A thought immediately popped into her head, Was this another one of Lorenzo Giovanni's castles? His wealth seemed to have no end, so she wouldn't be surprised if he owned this one, too. Her eyes then fixed on the old man with the long white hair who was walking toward them. His face seemed very familiar, but she just couldn't quite remember where she h

The Commander liked it that way. From her vantage point on the low ridge, the farmhouse looked almost innocent: weathered wood, a crooked chimney, its windows glowing with the faint orange of a lantern. Quiet, rustic, human. Her gloved hand lifted the small scope to her eye. Behind that glassy pane, a shadow moved—the taller one. Broad shoulders, slow, careful pacing. The man in the gray coat. Her lips curved, just slightly. Adrian.