Novel & Cerita Blood Palace

“ Unbelievable. What the hell is wrong with that asshole? Can’t even say sorry? Hey! You!” The man didn’t even slow down. Zaria touched her arm, gently pulling her forward. “Don’t mind him. He probably doesn’t know who you are.” Her voice softened, almost amused. “Come. Let’s take you to the palace.” Leora glared at the arrogant figure before huffing and turning back to face her aunt. “Yeah, well, he had better hope I never find out his name.” The polished marble floors of the Crestwood Palace glistened beneath Leora’s steps, reflecting the glow of golden chandeliers that hung from the high ceiling. The walls were painted with silver and carved with the Crescent Moon’s symbol.

They have a Palace, for sure that kind of bed is not really that hard to find in this place. Noire still holding my waist, as he guide me to the place where he exactly taking us. I don't mind, fussing around and questioning him, where he would bring me. I trust him. No more words to say. There are many passage that we walk through in. Left to right, then right to left. It's making me want to vomit around. I still have my face on, that's why I'll avoid that to possibly happen. Their Palace are one of a kind, it's enormously magnificent and stunning on how every designate are well-made and also the artistic bracket of designs.

I’m hardly ten minutes away from Daisy and I’m already feeling it—that ice-cold, feral focus that comes over me when I need to get something important done. And right now, nothing could be more important than rescuing Daisy’s mother. The Palace, as Matt calls it, is a hideout mansion like something out of Scarface. It looks like a house a frat boy would buy if he suddenly woke up with a hundred million dollars. Gaudy, tasteless, and if I remember right, registered to some shell company owned by Matt that he does business through.

He disappears into the side of the building, and now I can’t hear his footsteps anymore. August leads me back into the palace, and despite my situation, I can’t help but look at it in awe. Now that I’m not in a hurry, I can see every detail. The windows of the palace are tall and arched, with yellow lights slanting from them. The flowers in the garden are in full bloom, filling the dimness with different splashes of color and scent. If I didn’t know better, I would assume that this is a millionaire’s home. A millionaire who knows at least a bit of warmth.

Don't beg for death. Bellatrix remembers her house too much. Peter! Is he back? Does he miss Bellatrix? How are her parents, Tatiana, Vladimir, and grandparents all doing? Everyone must miss Bellatrix. She slowly left the bed. She stood on her weak feet near the balcony railing. That day, Nicholas quenched his thirst and imprisoned Bellatrix there. She doesn't remember when she fell asleep on the carpet. He finds himself in the bed of this room to break his sleep. It's like standing on a palace balcony. This room is quite high from the ground. The plaster of the outer wall has fallen off, and the bricks have come out like teeth. Algae fall in places, allowing the free settlement of parasites

God damn, I still have pain around my crotch, even more so in my pussy. This palace is so big, the maids salute me as I walk in front of them. I did not have time to see the contents of this palace, when yesterday I was brought here. But right now, I can see the contents of this palace, and it's true, this is the palace of a Death Deity. This space is so spacious with stairs wrapped in a red oganza carpet. Fireplaces in the family room and living room a hundred meters. The dining table is behind the stairs, adjacent to the swimming pool.

Baku was still wary of his father’s sickness as he got back to the palace after he had been gone for a two day's journey, “I just pray father had recovered,” Baku said out loud as he made his way into the huge palace ballroom. The building had elegance written all over it. The designs were made mostly of gold. From the pillars down to almost all the artefacts in the ballroom, gold was added to its constituent. Baku walked towards the King’s room as his shoes made a sound whenever they came in contact with the marble floor. He paid no attention to the palace maids and guards that bowed as he walked past them, for all that was on his mind was his father.

Last night, she spoke about banishing me or killing me. And even if I’m not good at reading people, I know that she would have preferred my death. “You mean Camala?” Nysha replies without slowing her steps. “You’ll find out eventually.” That’s it? I expected more, but I know better than to push her. Silence is safer for me. The palace stretches endlessly around us. Wide walkways, great modern architecture blended with ancient stone and greenery woven seamlessly into the design. For a place rumored to be centuries old, it feels surprisingly modern.

Chapter 24 The grand dining room of the palace was as imposing as it was beautiful. Long, ornate tables stretched across the room, filled with platters of fruit, bread, and fine meats. The air smelled of fresh herbs and spices, a testament to the royal kitchen’s excellence. Yet, despite the splendor, there was an underlying tension in the air that made Azalea’s stomach churn as she stepped into the room.

However, she could hardly defeat a knight, much less a band of the undead. Falstad with the princess took most of the men and went on a corridor that leads to a stairway, there weren’t any undead in their path as the area is mostly restricted to anyone besides the royal family. Tears glittered in Maria’s eyes whenever she heard the horrifying wails of her subjects, she feels as though needles pierced her heart. While walking on the corridor, and oblivious to Falstad’s plans, she asked. “Where do we go, Falstad?” “To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.”