Palace 3: The Lost Daughter Novels & Stories

Miss Apion mindfully adds. “The last rule is that you can roam free on the manor grounds and in it, the east and the west wing you can explore in your leisure,” Mr. Apion offers. “There is only one room out of bounds, and this is my workplace on the third landing. My job implores confidentiality.” “Why?” Joshua asks and rattles off his questions. “Do you work for the government?” His voice rises with budding fervour. “Like a spy or a secret agent?”

Princess Arabella had just declared herself a player in the most dangerous game created. It was clear the first move was made when every window in the ballroom shattered, and a masked man stepped through the debris. At some point Arabella managed to slip past me, my attention directed on killing as many of the masked men as possible. More men poured through the windows and I wondred how the hell they slipped past security. I wasn't entirely surprised, Royal's had a way of getting what they wanted. I was forced to my knees by the leader, staring down the barrel of a gun.

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

I began to walk through the house, letting memories from each room flood my mind. When I got to the ballroom, I flipped on the lights and went across the room to stand in front of the portrait of Alex and Joanna Wilson. I now knew that I wasn’t their daughter, but I had enjoyed my time in their home, and I was grateful for the privilege. I will never forget what it was like to be treated like an Alpha Princess. Now, it was time for me to move on. I went outside and said goodbye to the topiary and rose gardens before going to the pond pagoda.

It wouldn't be long before we found them - my pack had keen senses and a bloodhound's tenacity when it came to hunting down our enemies. As the others continued to scour the area, I wandered into the house, curious about what kind of place Alexander had called home. It was a modest abode, nothing fancy or extravagant - certainly not what I would have expected from a pack alpha. The living room had been turned upside down in the battle, furniture overturned and belongings scattered about. Something in form of a family portrait caught my eye – Alexander, Laura, and a couple of other people like Clara too. I scoffed at the thought of Alexander having a family – it was a weakness, a vulnerabilit

“I understand you're trying to protect me. But the Shadow Pack is my home. Those are my people in my danger. They need me.” “The same people who blame you for your father's death?” She frowned and took a step back. “Is that what this is about?” “Daciana…” Behind me, the door swung open before I could speak. Adam barged in, breathing hard, the way he only did when something had already gone wrong. I turned, and his face said everything before his mouth did. “We can't find her.” The air in the room dropped. “You can't find who?” Daciana's voice came out silent. “Milton, what is he talking about?” Adam's eyes moved to me. “Amelia's missing.”

“A daughter, a hidden chamber, an ancient marking, and blood that has finally responded.” I continued reading, learning that Elena's daughter had disappeared from the nursery without anyone seeing how she was taken. “Interesting,” I whispered, leaning back while studying the report. “The palace guards didn't see anyone enter, and the magical barriers didn't react.” I already knew what that meant, and it pleased me more than I cared to admit.

His daughter also lived here, until she disappeared mysteriously. He was severely worried about her. The apple of his eye, his only daughter had gone missing without a trace. He was going to find whoever took her, that is if she was taken. His daughter could be very trickish and crazy. But crazy enough to disappear for days without a word? That he doesn't know. Walking out of the confinements of the palace, he headed to a deep and shady part of the palace, the dungeons. The guard at the door opened the gate for him to pass.

she took a glance outside and back at Zara’s face who nodded quietly giving up the idea of getting out any sort of information from Maria who looked so determined not to say a single word to her, deep down Zara already had a feeling that whatever the news might be it definitely won’t be a good one, they left the house quietly, Zara did well by shutting the door behind as they started their journey off to the palace. The journey was a quiet one as neither Maria or Zara said a word to each other, deep down Maria felt so sorry that she couldn’t say anything about what had happened the previous night at the palace to Zara, she felt Zara might be upset with her but what could she do? She might en

Then quickly an evil smirk grows on his face, he parts his lips to speak but then someone calls him out from behind, “Colin! Come on in!” “If a weak human like you is starting to work here as a maid then I must try to stay at home all the time -” with a wink in her direction and Colin makes his way out of the palace, sitting in his lavish car. The door remains open and when he went away, she can’t help but to stare inside. The insides of the palace almost seem like a dream. In her mind, she thinks of talking to her mother, asking for her permission relating to this position. She is well aware of the fact that her mother is going to refuse this decision of yours but at the same time, consider