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By now Edward understood the origin of the scent and there was no way he could offend the werewolf rere that was there. The heredity of the castle's inhabitants was higher than the blood that flowed in the body. Edward realised who the owner of the silver castle was. "It is possible that the owner of this signal is descended from King Snaders, sir. Is that not possible?" "No way, Uncle Snaders was surrounded at the time and even his wife fled without a trace until I arrived with nothing left. Have you forgotten, Jos?" said Edward. Jos was silent, his brain thinking of all the possibilities of the unexpected. The dwarf man continued to look up into the darkness of the starless night.

My cheeks flushed even further as I tried to bat my eyes out of the situation. “It was amazing wasn’t it?” Mary inquired and I felt my stomach tighten as butterflies started to emerge. I got up from the chair and forced a smile on my lips. “I think we should start heading out now,” I said hurriedly. Mary and Leticia exchanged knowing looks before nodding. I started walking out of the room, and they caught up with me as the tour began. “This castle was built ten thousand years ago by Alpha Darius’ great-grandparents. It can house about a million wolves,” Mary narrated as we walked down the corridors of the large castle.

“Jasmyne and the others will be scattered throughout the forest surrounding the entrance.” Gabriel caught his breath as he took in the magnificent limestone castle. “That’s what you call a bunker?” An earthen path wound up and around until it reached a ten-foot-high solid wooden door. The castle walls were made of hand-cut stone and up on the roof, he saw an open terrace with greenery cascading down over the side. At the very top, a soaring tower rose high into the sky. “Let’s get into position,” she said. “They’re almost here.”

The girl stood up to wash up and change clothes. “Once again,” Venus said before leaving the living room. “Where are we going?” “Hiren Canyon. It is located between the borders of Sembada and Sentana.” It was futile to ask Ildara, because Venus did not even know where it was. However, that was not a problem, she thought as she climbed the steps to the upper floor. Vrosiden Argantra, you may be happy, because I will see you soon.

“Anybody have any idea where this castle could be?” Valerian spoke up first. “I might have something.” “Spit it out!” I snapped. “Okay, okay. There’s a castle in Germany the royals are known to visit a lot. It came up in Kenneth’s research. They owned all kinds of places, villas, penthouses, mansions, but the only castles in their hands were the Edemas ruins and this one in Germany. That’s where the royals relocated after Edemas’s family fell. These days it’s partly a tourist spot. The front section is open as a museum and sightseeing area. The back half and the rest of the property are still used as a private residence. That could be the place.”

Within the castle's remnants, the merfolk discover dilapidated chambers that were once adorned with rich tapestries and ornate furnishings, now scattered in disarray. While most of the castle has succumbed to decay, one tower is a testament to endurance and resilience. Its weathered walls, though eroded, remain steadfast, offering a glimpse of the breathtaking views that once inspired awe and wonder. Ascending its worn stairs, the merfolk catch glimpses of the surrounding underwater realm, a reminder of the castle's strategic location and its connection to the depths of Aqualeara.

LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come. Two years ago, Travis and I left the Golden Circle pack in the dead of night to come back to MacTire (which literally meant wolf in ancient Gaelic). With the help of Alpha Greg from the Crescent Moon pack and my Uncle, we had found out this castle was once the home of my ancestors. It was once upon a time home to a king and queen from the old world, who had been overthrown by humans and the pack massacred by hunters.

The large castle with many towers sprawling over acres of land, vines, and flowers covered the outside of the first two floors. All three children stood at the entrance with their mouths agape. Scott and I laughed at the same time, probably taking in the same sight. “You live here?” Scott Jr. half asked half exclaimed, “It’s a freaking castle! A real castle. A ‘not in Europe’ castle.” His amazement was evident in every word. His father laughed and nodded telling him that yes, castles here are real. His twin put her hand under his chin and physically closed his mouth for him while Elentari laughed. It warmed my heart to see her laugh. I had always had doubts about how we would meet. She hadn’

As soon as Alinta got out of the car, she froze at the sight before her. It was a large grey medieval castle from the eleven hundreds, standing majestically before them. Her eyes glittered in awe at the historical piece of architecture before her; she so badly wanted to take pictures and sightsee. "Beautiful, isn't it, my darling? This is the castle of Axel Triggs, the last of the Cobalt Lupus Bellatores," Bellinor explained, holding his treasure close to him.

"I… I've heard of it, but I… I don't remember the story." "When the first Alpha King died in the battle that led to the split of the country, his wife’s broken heart was said to have tore the entire castle down. And it was never meant to be rebuilt—unless a true descendant of theirs, one with magic, came to claim it.” Silence stretched between them. He paled, looking at the ruins. Likely still hearing the whisper, the call of the ruins. The castle had reacted to him and it would keep reacting to him.