Novel & Cerita Palace 3: The Lost Daughter

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.

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

Ragnar inquired, his tone tinged with concern. "I've received news that three individuals from the Palace were abducted while returning from the supermarkets, where they were purchasing supplies for the Palace. Witnesses reported seeing the Palace car, so I contacted the Palace and confirmed that three of them had indeed left," James explained, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. Ragnar's demeanor, however, remained surprisingly calm, even as Daphne continued to enjoy her meal unperturbed.

Frankie said and held her arm. -You must not go... You are the daughter of the most feared king and Christopher's wife... this is your palace. He told her, and that left her speechless. She met his eyes, then took Frankie's hand. -Let's have fun! she said she. The prince saw both approaching, very distracted and laughing non-stop. -What's going on? asked the prince, forcing a smile. The girls stopped her dance when they saw her arrive. -It happens that Frankie drowned today in the sea, and I had to rescue him. Go tell the truth.

Like something is watching us. We enter what looks like a ruined palace, with broken pillars and black vines crawling over the walls. Shadows move along the ground like snakes. Then we hear it. A child’s cry. My heart jumps. “Mommy!”I run…Through broken halls. Down twisting corridors. Xander and Lena chase behind me. I turn a corner and stop, There she is. My daughter. Locked in a cage made of shadows. She looks at me with big eyes full of tears. “You came…”I rush forward…but something slams me back.

“Buried in the lower partitions of Donga’s primary server. Took me forever to crack. Thought you’d want to see.” The file name was simple: MONALISA_GRANT_FINAL I took it to my room, locked the door, and watched. The footage was old. Grainy. A security camera from a corridor I didn’t recognize. Mom stood at one end, dressed in a gray coat, hair tied back, face pale but fierce. She stared straight at the camera. Then she whispered: “You think breaking me ends this. But you’re wrong. The fire you lit? It lives in her. And it won’t stop burning until every one of you is ash.”