Jade Palace Lock Heart Novels & Stories

Julian reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy, ancient silver key that was identical to the one Laila had seen in the Archive records the key to the second Lunar Heart. He looked at her, his red eyes burning with a wild, ancient hunger. He told her that London didn't have a heart beneath a mansion. He said the heart of this city was buried beneath the Tower itself. And he told her that he was going to use her brother’s blood to turn it black.

Gemma snapped back, realizing that the heart that was compatible with Neve's was in Jade’s hands. "Mom, you're so smart." Jade praised Gemma sincerely, then sighed regretfully. "But I won't give you much time. If I don't get a reply by dawn, then the heart will be gone." "How dare you threaten me? Who do you think you are?" Gemma reached out to slap Jade, but Jade grabbed her hand mid-air. Jade kept her eyes on Gemma's furious face and said deliberately, "Mom, I advise you to remain calm. Anger me and I can't guarantee I will not do something crazy."

“I’ve never heard that once before. Does such a thing exist?” “It’s a relic. Just like the Moonlight Mirror,” Rey answered; his face looked bright, like Killian’s suggestion was the best idea we could do or have. “The Moon Heart is the late Queen Luna’s relic and has been hidden in one of the Royal Chambers. The good thing is, you and your husband can open the chamber using your blood. An Alpha mixed with someone who came from the royal bloodline.” “Then we must go,” Dominic said, looking at me with eagerness in his tone as he faced me. He was so close that he towered over me, and as he pulled me by my chin with his thumb, he asked me to stare into his eyes.

In the light, a young girl's face gradually became clear in front of Safire. She saw that she and that girl were sharing the same piece of jade. They bought it in an ancient store. It was made into two and a half pieces of jade. One piece of jade for each of them. The cup in Safire's hand fell to the ground. She remembered. The other half of the jade was in her hand. When she woke up from a serious illness, she saw John take away the half jade. He said that it was the token of love that she gave him.

“That alone should tell you how motivated I am tonight.” My cheeks warmed instantly. He placed the small key on my palm and curled my fingers over it. “Open it.” I inserted the key into the heart-shaped padlock and unlocked it while Reign guided my hand toward the bridge rail. Together we hooked it around one of the empty spaces between hundreds of other locks, and when it clicked shut, Reign’s larger hand slid over mine, covering it completely. “This stays here,” he murmured as he pressed the lock firmly into place, “until time and rust destroy the metal.”

Driven by a cocktail of adrenaline and a terrifying, singular mania, she moved like a gutter-ghost through the gilded corridors, her scent of rust and old sweat a foul stain on the expensive air. She reached the penthouse suite. To her shock, the heavy mahogany door yielded with a soft, inviting click. It was unlocked. Inside, the suite was bathed in the dim, honeyed glow of a single vanity lamp. There, resting on a black velvet bust atop a marble table, was the Phoenix Heart. It sat in the absolute center of the room, ostensibly unguarded, radiating a predatory brilliance that seemed to hum in the silence. Luna’s breath came in ragged, wet gasps. She lunged forward, her filthy, blistered fi

A deafening crack echoed beneath the palace. Then came a roar unlike anything they had heard before. Not from the prison. Not from the Hollow Ones. Something far older. Far larger. The floating crystal key suddenly shot toward the towering silver doors marked THE HEART OF THE FIRST KINGDOM. With a blinding flash… The key slid into an invisible lock. A deep mechanical rumble shook the palace. The ancient doors slowly began to open. Brilliant silver light flooded the corridor. From somewhere inside, the Keeper’s voice echoed with unmistakable urgency.

"The King hid there. When the Council hunted him. He stepped into the Fold and the world forgot him." "How do I step into the Fold?" Marcus looked at the fragment in my hand. "You already have the key," he said. "Now you need the lock." "Where is the lock?" Marcus closed his eyes. His chest rose. Fell. Rose. Fell. "Marcus!" His eyes opened one more time. "The island," he said. "Your island. The volcano. The heart." He grabbed my wrist. His grip was weak but desperate. "The lock is in the heart of the volcano. The King put it there. Before he died."

“He built the crown system over the seal.” Shigure looked at her. “You knew?” “I knew there was a seal.” “Not what it held.” Her silence answered. We reached the palace doors. They would not open. The tide heart pulsed again. A crack ran through the white stone. Raiken pressed both hands against the doors. Nothing. Riven joined him. The black sun scar over his heart glowed. The doors opened inward. Cold darkness waited beyond them. The palace pools had overflowed. Black water covered the floor.

Jade moved like smoke, her steps soundless, her fury sharp. She had escaped. Nathaniel, distracted by the Genesis chaos, had failed to reinforce the wine cellar’s locks. And Jade, underestimated as always, had found her way out. She wasn’t the type to sit still for long. She reached the hidden security room and tapped into the estate’s surveillance. There she saw them, Adrian and Grace, entwined in something far more dangerous than love. “So it’s begun,” she whispered. And then she smiled. Because Jade had always known this day would come. The day Adrian would awaken. The day Alaric’s legacy would return.