Blazing King Palm Desert Novels & Stories

Now that Sunitra mentioned it, Odessa finally noticed something weird with the atmosphere. “The King might have ordered it…for the temperature to be reduced. There are too many ice structures and waterfalls for one Kingdom in the desert that should have caught your attention.” “We are in a desert? That's impossible, I didn't see–” “King Mazdaan tries to make this place feel like a city ground, something different than what it is. But out there, it's a desert. The Kingdom still smells like one; the people still dress like it.” Sunitra smiled.

The Dubai desert stretches like a sea of gold under the hot Middle Eastern sun. In the midst of the aridity, an artificial oasis worth trillions of dollars stands proudly - the Obsidian Sand Palace, the headquarters of the largest oil conglomerate in the eastern hemisphere and also the most powerful Alpha clan in the Arab region, Emir Jahil Al-Fasid.

She was so eager to meet the so-called king who had ordered for her. The prominent people among the deserters lived in large stone buildings that signified a sense of power and authority. But the king of the deserters lived a little differently from his people. His building was situated at the center of the village surrounded by tents of different colors and sizes. Their king tent was a bit larger and had a brilliant red pennant hanging from its center pole. But otherwise, it was distinguishable from the living that of the others only by the hard-faced guards who stood outside the entry flap, eyes restlessly scanning the horizon.

The private luxury riad hidden deep in the Moroccan desert was an oasis of opulence beneath a vast, star-filled sky. The warm night air was dry and heavy, thick with the sweet, heady fragrance of blooming jasmine, burning sandalwood incense, and the faint, earthy musk of desert sand. Palm trees rustled softly around the illuminated infinity pool, their leaves whispering in the warm breeze, while the distant call of a night bird echoed across the endless dunes.

"If Veron had passed on her skills to Debra, why was Veron nowhere to be seen?" Why would Veron pass Hidden Hero Sect's skills to a complete stranger? The dark clouds in the sky picked up their pace. Right after that, a blazing red Shadow Palm materialized in front of everyone. The Shadow Palm was outlined in crimson flames. It grew bigger and bigger as it descended, reaching the size of a few hundred meters. The Fiery Plume Palm came down heavily onto the ground with terrifying strength, enveloping almost 20,000 royal guards. A rumble sounded through the heavens, filling the air with thick smoke.

Cora and I give each other a glance and then, together, head through the door. Cora, Reina, and I walk through the white sands of the desert, which now glow orange in the light of the setting sun. It’s an incredible sight, the way the entire landscape seems to take on the nature of the sun, glowing and hot and alive. I look out over it admiringly, wondering if this is the sun putting on a last show before the moon takes its place as queen of the night.

Trespassing. She, Adara, was trespassing. Since meeting her she had constantly trespassed on my thoughts. Perhaps even on my heart . . . . I began by showing them the grounds. We stepped along the gravel path, where all plants, shrubs, flowers, and trees were labeled with little green signs pushed into the dirt. I gave a bit of explanation here and there. “This is a queen palm,” as said, pointing to one of the two that flanked the high gate. Syagrus romanzoffiana.”

He says he loves me, but he flirts with others. I reached the balcony, and a noise behind me because people were enjoying themselves. I looked into the darkness of the Waldorf. The dark sky where I can only see the moon and stars. The breeze is also cold, far from the climate every day. I see lights in the distance that I think are Genovia houses. The place in front of me was peaceful as if it had never tasted chaos. I also see a few trees, including the Joshua Tree. I know this because it has been featured on the national geographic channel. This is one of the trees that grow in the desert. Such a weird tree structure but it makes this tree unique from the rest.

The journey that the king talked about sounded unrealistic to the men but to one in particular, he was going to embark with him to learn his steps. On the third day after the King’s speech they embarked and came with him were three hundred warriors. They camped forty nights in the desert, left with little supplies to carry on. King Zoomorah lost fifty of the men instantly in the desert but still was not moved. He gave orders to the commander of the army whom he had appointed .

His overconfidence caused him to be careless. He willed the Scorpion King to go forth and destroy the sand prison they were trapped in. Dismantling the pavilion, he turned the sand into a drill. It tunneled through the sand, breaking through the prison and making it out to the surface. The sand rose to recapture him but was beat back by the black sand. He turned the sand into two massive black blades. The Desert King held the blades in his claws and charged at Milton, who was floating above the sea. He used the sea of sand below to create barriers to block the charging Desert King.