Palace 3: The Lost Daughter Novelas e Histórias

Seeing them that way, obviously meant that whatever discussion they had with Alpha Denver didn’t work out well and he said or did something to piss them off… just as I expected. I wasn’t surprised to see them storming off like that and I couldn’t help but shake my head, feeling sorry for them while I watched them walking away from the palace. Then I saw Luna Amanda running out of the palace and she was heading toward them. She called for them and they stopped, then they turned around to look at her and their once frowning faces broke into a smile when they saw their daughter. It warmed my heart to see so much love radiating between the parents and their daughter because this palace was way t

The Alpha King’s Cursed Mate. Chapter Thirty-Seven. “What are we going to do about the palace?” Kyle asked papa. Papa looks around at the mess and sighs. “We start to rebuild,” I thought papa would have been upset that I destroyed the palace but he wasn’t. He’s nothing like Harry who nearly took my head off when I broke a piece of china from his collection. “Agatha, restore the palace,” As my amulet glows a green color everyone around watches as the glass that covers the floor flies back to the window and looks untouched. The balcony becomes whole again and the walls are no longer damaged.

“Of course! It’s not far. You’re almost there. Just walk straight down this road. The first palace you see — that’s the Blacktail palace.” “Thank you,” I said, already starting down the road. The palace came into view a few minutes later, and I halted in my steps. It was nothing like Opsia or Blackmoon. Bigger, more majestic. Gold trimmings on the gates, high towers piercing the sky, and an air of dignity surrounded the entire compound. So this was the Blacktail Kingdom. My legs trembled as I stood at the gate. I couldn’t just walk in and claim I was their long-lost daughter. What if they didn’t believe me? What if they thought I was crazy?

I stepped closer to her, and I said in a flat, cold tone, "Get straight to the point. I know you definitely had a major reason to come out here and find me in the middle of a storm like this, so stop wasting my time and tell me what happened." The messenger didn't waste any more time, and she looked directly into my eyes as she delivered the news, saying, "Our plans have completely failed at the palace." I paused instantly, the mocking smile disappearing from my face, and my forehead creased into a deep, angry frown as I stared down at her. "What did you just say to me? Repeat that right now." "The plan to scrub the archive files failed," she said, her voice shaking slightly under my intense

“Good Morning Young Master Hercules and Miss Mary. Please follow me.” We all nodded and followed her as she walked inside. The interior of the palace is quite more feminine and well-lighted than that palace where Lucifer resides at. There are elegant silver chandeliers hanging on the ceiling and the walls are all pastel in color and I can see tulips beautifully arranged on every corner. When we reached the end of the hallway, Gregoria stopped walking. She walked towards the side of the door where a device is attached on the wall. “Your Highness, you have three visitors.”

A deep rumble rose from beneath the palace. The stone statues buried in the gardens began moving. They were not statues. They were massive combat drones disguised as stone. Their wings unfolded. Little Sophia stood beside me, holding a small laser gun. “Big sister,” she smiled, “today we fight for the honor of our ancestors.” I stepped onto the grand balcony of the palace. Below lay the dark forest. In the distance, hundreds of headlights were approaching. My father was coming—with his entire army—to destroy his own daughter. I whispered toward the sky,

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

King Henry Pov When their vehicle drove away, it was as if the palace had lost its vitality due to the departure of my daughter and grandson, who added color to the palace. I don't know if I'll be happy or if everything will go back to the way it was when they left me alone in that palace and I couldn't find my eldest son Rhys Ephraim until today.

--- Back at the palace, the air had turned heavy, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Matif finally stirred. He sat up in the center of the ritual circle, sweat soaking his tunic, his eyes distant and cloudy as if he were still standing between two worlds. “Matif,” Bernard whispered, kneeling beside him. “Are you with us?” Matif opened his mouth. At first, no sound came. Then, just a whisper: “She… is the lost daughter.” Bernard stiffened. Matif’s voice grew louder, steadier, as if the words were burning their way through his soul.

She had never considered that her father might take another mate; the memory of her mother remained so powerful in the palace, almost as if her spirit still haunted the corridors. "But Father, she wasn't just your mate. She was my mother," Elizabeth said softly, her voice barely audible even in the quiet study. Deep inside, a storm of conflicting emotions swirled: fear of change, worry about her own position, and beneath it all, a small spark of hope that perhaps she wouldn't be so alone in this vast palace. Alexander watched his daughter's face carefully, reading the subtle shifts in her expression that others would miss. He had anticipated resistance, perhaps even tears, but the controlled