Novel & Cerita Blooded Palace The War Of Flowers

The teacher said and Oorvi nodded holding the flower bouquet in her hands and took few deep breaths She just said she won't faint now because her head started to spin badly. She drank some more water to calm herself. She walked towards the guest and hand him the bouquet with a small smile and said " Welcome to our college Mr..." she could not complete her sentence as suddenly everything turned black around her as she lost her consciousness despite trying hard to stay awake and got saved by… ********************** Excited to know what happened next? Next chapter will be published soon enough Till then Leave reviews on the book and comment on the chap

Desires IV Third Person’s POV The east garden that is full of blossoming and radiant flowers with luxurious pavilions is now dilapidated with blood staining the green grass and mixing the fragrant smell of the flowers with rust. Asha was stunned at the sight in front of her. It has only been over an hour since they infiltrated the royal palace of the Artemia kingdom, but things have already progressed to such an extent that the bright and beautiful garden of the place is turned upside down into a chaotic battlefield that deters those with the weak heart from coming closer.

Because so help me goddess what I would do with Hazel. Soon I arrived at my destination. The sight of Selene's lifeless body, hanging like a grotesque trophy from the outer walls of the palace, only served to stoke the flames of my fury, driving me onward with a single-minded purpose. As much as I did not like her... She certainly did not deserve... This. As I burst through the gates of the Blood Moon palace, I was greeted by a scene of utter chaos and devastation. The air was thick with the acrid stench of blood and death, the sounds of battle echoing through the halls like a symphony of destruction.

The words bled with menace, each letter alive, pulsing, as though the wood itself breathed with the hunger of the land. And beyond it, far away but unmistakable, rose a palace unlike any she had ever seen. It's black spires pierced the clouds, its walls glistened like obsidian soaked in sorrow. And at its gates, like statues forged of war itself, stood the army of King Virenkai. Swords raised, Shields glinting. Faces carved with stone-hard resolve, ready to defend and ready to kill. Alessia's lips parted in shock, her heart thundering as a chill slid down her spine.

The flames that rose from the heart of the palace appeared to the night sky like infernal beacons, proclaiming to the world that something had been unleashed—something merciless, unrestrained. Azarukh, Lord of the Eternal Flame, stood deep underground, roaring, his frozen eyes threatening anyone who dared stand between him and his wrath. With every breath, the palace trembled, painting the sky blood-red, as if the whole world were preparing for the birth of a new hell.

The journey from the palace gate to the main door of the Black Prince's palace took five hourglass turns, this was due to the vastness of the palace grounds. Dark and cold, those were the words that came to Amanda's mind when she saw the magnificent palace which was decorated with black marble stones that blended perfectly with the gold color which added a luxurious impression. Dark colors also adorned the palace grounds which were overgrown with black roses, black orchids, and various other kinds of plants whose names Amanda did not know, and all of them somehow matched the dark color.

“For survival.” Matteo watched her as Lorenzo Moretti's final crest flared onto the board, blood-red and pulsing. “You’ve just declared the last war this world will ever see,” he said quietly. Bianca turned her gaze to him, expression unreadable. “Then let it be worthy of ending everything.” Thunder cracked outside, shaking the ruined glass. Beneath the estate, the sea raged like something alive. The Blood Kingdom had been called to arms. Morning came without light. The sky was a sheet of iron, and the air hung heavy with salt and smoke.

In the Were Palace, Eros, Iris, Thomas, and Ojas along with a handful of guards reached the Palace. By the time they returned, it was early morning hours. The sun is yet to rise from the east. It's still a little darker. But still, the palace is bustling with people who look busy with something or the other. They are surprised to find the entire Palace lit with bright lights and well decorated with flowers and some expensive showpieces as if they are welcoming their king back after his victory over the Golem.

If he wants war, he's got it coming and the De Lucas's better not have a hand in this. This fight was going to be a bloody one and I could sense it. My problem is I don't know who am up against and how many they are. I held the glass hard, applying pressure until its fragile frame shattered, spilling it's content on the expensive carpet. The smell of brandy mixed with blood was intoxicating. I needed to cool down and the only way I could achieve that, was by unleashing terror. Without paying any attention to my bleeding hand, I left my office for the dungeon.

On the wind, Lucien’s voice still whispered in her ear: “Do not let the light deceive you, Evelyn. Only in darkness does your heart truly live.” Evelyn smiled and looked up at the sky burning blood-red. “You were right, Lucien. The blood war has not ended. It has only begun again… through me.” Then she vanished into the night, leaving Valenfort trembling beneath the crimson moon, where the story of the Blood King had never truly ended.