Palace 3: The Lost Daughter Novels & Stories

“I am the queen. I’ve been told so many things about our pack and about our kingdom, and I’m still standing. You hide vital information from me. It might wreck us. It will destroy us. That’s not what I want for us. So please, I am begging you. If this is something that we will have that is vital to our survival, if she might have given you a clue on how to defeat these rogues, let me know. You don’t have to tell your father. You don’t have to tell Jakeson or Kaelan. You don’t have to tell any general or elder. Just me. I’ll know how to present the news to them. I will know how to talk to anybody who could help us.” “Mother,” I said, sitting up as I took in deep breaths. “I saw the palace. It

"I don't care if it's framed as safety or superstition. You bring your concerns to me. Or you keep them behind your teeth." The woman bows again, and the group breaks apart like a fever. Children are pulled close. The game is abandoned. Ivy looks down at the ball lying lonely in the dust. Her small voice is careful, hopeful. "Can I still play?" "Not here, baby," Maya says, her heart aching for the innocence her daughter is losing. Ivy nods, but her hand tightens in Maya's, and when she blinks, her lashes are wet. Maya takes Ivy's hand and turns to go, but Alec doesn't let go of her shoulder. He walks with them, his body a barrier between them and the prying eyes of the pack.

And Vincent had no idea about any of it. God damn it. I had to tell Vincent. It was too important not to. Especially considering his role as the packs’ regent. No matter how hurt I felt, I couldn’t leave him in the dark about this. “There’s one more thing, actually,” I said awkwardly, pivoting back towards his desk. Vincent looked up with a hopeful little spark in his eyes, which I refused to find endearing. “It’s about the lost princess. They found her. She’s here at Fenris Hall right now.”

Do you want something? I shake my head and she smiles, walking back upstairs. "Wait... Where's my mother?" "In your father's office. I give her a smile and cover it up, catching the kitchen's fate as she disappears from my sight. Pretend dementia and I ignore all the looks I'm getting and settle into the chair next to Mom, we're all gathered around the table like a close"knit, perfect family. They are all here, including Peter and Aurora who left the hospital three days ago and came straight to the enchanted castle, adopting her old room with her husband. She had a cesarean section, but since she did the whole recovery procedure correctly, she is practically recovered and preferred to come h

She moved through the palace, room by room, her footsteps echoing through the long-forgotten corridors. In one of the dimly lit chambers, Ameera discovered a collection of faded photographs. The images depicted the palace in its prime, filled with life and laughter. She studied each photograph, tracing the faces of people who had once called this place home. Their expressions held a mix of joy and sorrow, their eyes seemed to follow her as if pleading for their stories to be remembered.

The more time passed, the heavier the dread in my chest became. I looked up at my best friend, Michael, who sat across from me, his brow furrowed with concern. The silence in the room was deafening, interrupted only by the occasional shuffle of feet or a sigh from one of the boys. Finally, I cleared my throat, breaking the heavy tension. "I'm sorry for disturbing you all this evening," I began, my voice quieter than I intended, "but my daughter, Elizabeth, is missing again." The weight of my words sank into the room like a stone into water. There was a collective intake of breath, followed by the low murmur of voices as everyone began to question what could have happened.

I feel it bloom through me as I adjust my stance head up as I walk more purposfully through the crowds. “She’s back,” someone whispers. “She’s alive,” another murmurs. I keep putting one foot in front of the other. Erin looks back at me with a smile and Asher squuezes me hand to keep me moving forward. “Mommy, who’s that? She’s pretty,” I hear a little girl say, her voice sweet and curious. “Hush,” her mother replies in a whisper. “That’s the lost Alpha’s daughter.” A small smile tugs at my lips. For the first time in years, I feel it.

“Hey there Miss Daughter-of-a-former-king-who-defeated-everyone-during-the-exam” “You’re a nuisance Mister Son-of-whoever-your-parents-are. Don’t call me irritating names. Get lost!” “Care to give me some advice Miss Brownies-and-muffins?” “My advice for you is to stay away from me Mister Ungrateful Thief!” “Whatever. I’ll be in a duel with your fire friend. Any tips” “What fire friend—” I remembered that he is up against a royal mage who has fire attribute. He’s up against the coldest and ruthless-looking guy among the three.

I was starting to loose my cool. "Alpha you where right to be suspicious about Scarlet's family there is no birth record of them having a daughter and I have aslo found this scroll about this legend "The stolen Princess of The Blood Mood Pack" in blue mountains dose it sound familiar? Well is should as do you remember the story your mother used to tell us of the old Royal Blood Moon pack I remember the story of when your mother told us about the Queen having a daughter but that child the child end up getting stolen late one night from a Rogue when the attack happend and no one has see the Lost Princess since."

The glass of whisky in David's hand dropped to the floor and a million pieces flew in different direction. "Tu ne là connait pas." David warned Alex. He said so in a shivering tone. "C'est une petite sorcière cette pest..." The window shattered in a million pieces as a giant bird in light dark wings burst through it; the power of its breeze blowing both men to wall. (You don't her/ she's a little witch that...) Oh but wait! it wasn't a giant bird. It was a girl with wings. Her eyes shun a bright pit of black. Behind her, floating in flames flew in another girl.