Palace 3: The Lost Daughter Novels & Stories

his voice changed and he was trolling out. Lalene was his only daughter and she looked like her mother, his former mate, I wasn't going to let him lose his daughter. Boar mind-linked me and said, "I think I found her but the door is magically sealed," I teleported over there. I heard the others running coming down the hall, I cipher the magic from the door and it opened. Princess Lalene was dead and I heard Pele scream running over to her and taking her in his arms, his screams shattered all the glass around us. He yelled, "Find who killed my baby," I linked all guards in the Palace to lock it down and the surrounding areas, Pearson and Asiane jumped out the window like fucking ninjas and Mi

I noticed her little altitude earlier, but I am not in the mood for her whining. I pulled up her contact once again and dialed it. Just then I saw someone running around in the hall. I turned to see what was going on. It looked like something huge was happening. I slid my pocket back into my pocket and walked back into the hall. I could see Damon’s daughter lying almost unconscious on a table. He stood right next to her. What has this little girl done this time around? The last time she was at the royal palace, she somehow managed to find her way to the warrior room and broke treasures and now she is lying here flat.

“And the other one… trying its best to escape death. He is now… currently crawling his body with the other one’s body. Oh, how sweet.” My widened eyes stayed locked at the front. A wave of nausea washed over me as I imagined the scene. He is talking about Everleigh and Thaddaeus who were both left in my room. Shivers sent down my spine upon realizing he was seeing everything that was happening in every corner of this palace. Fear, grief, and rage stormed my mind, it made me stone cold. “One signal from me and my men will slit the throat of your friend tirelessly crawling to escape.” he continued to whisper. “Do you understand, my daughter?”

“Amara, we’re going to war. Not just with Dante. With everything he built. You need to decide if the ghost of who he was still has a place in your heart.” I stared down at my hands. “He doesn’t.” “Then stop letting his face haunt you through your son,” she said simply. Her words didn’t come from cruelty. They came from someone who’d learned long ago that scars only had power if you fed them. I nodded slowly. “I won’t let him.” “Good,” she said, flicking her cigarette into the wind. “Because we’ve got work to do.” --- That night, the estate transformed. Plans stretched across the table in the strategy room. Maps. Ledgers. Luca stood at the head of the table, his voice calm and cutting.

What more did she want from me? My father, Brian Larson, sat by the side of the bed and sighed. "We spoiled her too much. I knew we shouldn't have kept her from the beginning. The fortune teller said that only Summer would bring us luck and that Sienna would only cause us misfortunes. If we had abandoned or killed her when she was born, things would've been much easier. My father's expression was so murderous that I truly believed that if I were there next to him, he would have choked me to death.

“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.