Palace 3: The Lost Daughter Novels & Stories

The three sisters their way to their various rooms located on the second floor while the maids carried their suitcases. Though life in the palace was good it was however boring for the three sisters who had spent decades away from the palace life. Right now they had to have their ears opened, whatever happened the previous day was to be taken seriously. Celeste on the other hand let his spirit rest for a while, she hadn’t been able to locate her daughter after searching through the areas she might have thought of.

bharuth_writes_official Prologue It has been twenty-four years since Dominic and Athena Thunders lost their first born and only daughter to an overlooked enemy, from the rogue pack they defeated, then known as the Night Crawlers. Since then, Athena and Dominic had three sons all handsome, but they longed for their sister to be found alive or dead; their parents needed closure. Athena and Dominic lead Blood Moon to every victory and every loss; their love burned bright despite the loss of their daughter Zephyra; they searched everywhere in the hopes that they would find their lost daughter and bring her home… but have they searched everywhere?

The alpha of the pack had a son and three daughters. “When I offered mercy in exchange for loyalty, you hesitated. Now each time I consider you, I will think of that hesitation.” My father recited in his menacing Malakai voice. “In order to assuage my desire for loyalty, I will keep your youngest daughter as a member of the royal harem. I still show mercy by returning your Alpha heir.” He continued as Malakai.

Losing a war of words meant nothing—losing face was the real defeat. “Soon enough, Evander will regret walking away from me—the real daughter—and picking you, the fake. A white swan is always a white swan. Even if she comes home late, she never turns into an ugly duckling.” Her voice dipped colder as she threw the final blow. “But you? You were born with ugly duckling blood. Just wait. You’ll see.” ***

Darkness swallowed the Well of Reflection once more. Killian stood alone—no sword, no crown, no title. Only a son about to learn the truth about his mother. Nyx watched him carefully. For the first time since he had met her, she wasn't smiling. She wasn't mocking him. She almost looked... sad. Killian frowned. "What did my mother do?" Nyx remained silent, then raised a hand. The darkness around them shifted slowly. A palace appeared, elegant and grand. Silver banners fluttered in the wind, moonflowers bloomed in crystal gardens, and children laughed in distant courtyards. Killian recognized it immediately.

Vincent’s POV The scream rips through the palace. “Your Majesty! She’s…” The words die as I burst into the chamber. My heart stumbles, then stops. My daughter lies crumpled on the polished floor, limbs slack, lips tinged black. Her shallow breaths are the only sound in the world. Everything inside me explodes. “Get her up!” My roar shakes the walls. Healers scramble, robes swishing, hands fumbling like they’re children playing at saving lives. Useless. My daughter’s dying, and they’re tripping over their own feet.

Anya stood with Dimitri, Zoe asleep in her room, unaware. Pavel checked the feed. No figure. Just a single box—small, plain—left on the threshold. He opened the door. Lifted the lid with careful precision. Inside: A child’s silver bracelet. And a card. Four words, in perfect Czech: “Blood remembers. So do we.” Anya’s breath caught sharp. Dimitri’s eyes burned cold. Pavel’s voice was grim: “It was meant to be found. Meant for her.” Anya reached out—stilled by Dimitri’s hand.

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

"Enough. You canceled our trip, ruined our plans—I've forgiven all that. We won't mention severance payment anymore. See how good I am to you?" I pulled away. "Stop wasting time. Sign the papers. Let's end this cleanly." Mother urged him. "Show her the gift we bought her!" Father hurriedly brought a large package. "You've always wanted this diamond bracelet, right? Father even used his retirement money to buy it!" I glanced at it—even from across the room, I could tell it was fake. These crystals had no natural energy signature. "Father, you spent $50,000 on her genuine necklace. For me, you bought flea market trash? If you're going to lie, at least spend enough money to buy a decent fake. D

In and out. We made out way quicker than I imagined over to the other side. Once we were there, he smiled down at me. "Miss Reign, a pleasure to see you again. Unfortunately for you, it will not be for long. It surprised me actually, I never thought that Miss Smith would actually give up her most prized possession, but I guess everyone has a price-" I could see the barrel of the gun held in Jace's hand line for his father's head. This was the first time that I had see fear in his eyes, his own son was the one holding the gun, the ammunition. Almost instantly all gun went up. "Son. My son, would you ever do this to me, your own father-"