Palace Of Zuly 소설 & 이야기

“I know how you feel about… me. But remember it's not that I'm married. Which means someone better than me is waiting for you. We can be friends, I won't chase you away. But you need to control yourself. Admire but don't touch. Understood?” He smiled. I instantly suspected that an awkward silence would follow so I decided to ward it off by inviting him to continue his tour guide duties. I wanted to see the rest of the palace. He took me through the halls and past the courtyards until we came to a part of the palace that had been sealed off. Zulu stopped and told me we should head back. “Why?” I asked, standing before the gates of the loved away field. “This is a very interesting find. I want

In the heart of the land of oil, stands Al-Mal'un Palace, the headquarters of the Sand Wolf Alliance whose pillars are made of pure gold and surrounded by an oasis garden of eternal water. Today, the giant palace is filled with thousands of elite guards in light steel armor, long-barreled anti-tank rifles, and giant copper-furred wolves specially trained to shred steel. Prince Zalim Al-Khabith is not playing around. He had set the most expensive trap in the world, not just to claim the conquest of a young queen, but to show off to other continents that the Vanguard no longer had fangs. In the main throne room which was encrusted with diamonds, Zalim sat back relaxed. It is a representation o

Hell Inside the Palace “Careful Angel” Zachary smiled and guided Diana through the stairs who was staring at the Grand Palace in awe. The beautifully designed interiors were decorated with unique and specially designed artifacts, from a mere mattress to the grand throne, everything was embroidered with jewels and gold. Her eyes dazzled with the luminance of the flamboyant chandelier and the silver mirrors hanging on the wall.

Zen nods, “I was 12 when my House was disowned. Before that, I came to the palace often with my father and brothers.” His father, his brothers. It occurs to me that I don’t know anything about Zen’s family members. Given what I’ve heard of the numbers of the High Houses, and the graveyard I’ve seen at SeraphFall manor, I think only the Alpha family was exiled there. What happened to the rest of his pack? The Knight guiding us leads us to another grand building, the ivory façade giving it a mystic appearance. “This is the Crystal Palace,” He tells us, his voice serene and sort of detached, unlike his sharp tone in the reception hall “Residence of the fourth Imperial Prince, Lukas de Lunarius

The Black Falcon members instinctively tensed, readying their weapons. The gates groaned as they slowly swung open, revealing the grand interior of the palace. Massive pillars lined the hall, each carved with intricate depictions of spirits and demons. The ceiling stretched high above, adorned with a massive mural depicting Zhong Kui standing victorious over legions of vengeful souls. “Captain…” Cao Wen began cautiously, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade. “Are you saying this palace—this place—is yours?” Zhi Qiang stepped inside, the light from the runes illuminating his path. “Yes,” he said, his voice steady. “This palace once belonged to Zhong Kui, the Ghost King. It was his domain

Pondering about it for a second, Gerald momentarily shook the thought off before pointing at Angelica’s fallen statue and asking, “Speaking of which, what exactly is the relationship between you and that statue, Zyla? Why does a statue of you even exist on the island where the pledge of the holy water is held?” “Well, first off, you should know that the island isn’t all that far from the king of the ocean’s palace. With that in mind, both the island and the statue worked together as a seal, preventing me from leaving the king of the ocean’s palace back then!” replied Zyla rather casually as she looked at the statue of her.

Cold wind whistled, and freezing snow fell. Andrius walked for an unknown amount of time before finally arriving at his destination. What surprised him slightly was that within this deep mountain, a palace stood amidst the steep peaks. The plaque bore one word—Immemoria. Immemoria Palace! It towered majestically, full of vigor. It was red and white, adorned with vermilion lacquer and white jade pillars. Mythical beasts guarded the entrance on both sides, vividly carved with different expressions and postures. It was truly remarkable.

And they drove for a long time, in silence. They got to a clear path after a long drive, and from afar, they could see a fountain. A big building ornated with golden flowers, trimmed flowers surrounding the place, and dimmed lanterns lighting up everywhere. "Where is this place?" Luana inquired as the car stopped and they both got down. "This is my palace." Zeidan walked majestically to his palace. Moving closer, some figures looked like shadows standing around everywhere and until they moved closer, Luana wouldn't have thought they were his workers.

White Palace was a beauty and Hazel fell in love with it the moment she saw it. Limestone was used for its construction having lush gardens. It was surrounded by dense forests which was a forbidden territory, especially at night. Why? Well, she did not have any idea about it. She was given a room in the block used by Ezequiel, just opposite his room. There were rooms, assigned to personal maids and servants of each block. There was a separate block that was underutilized. A maid told Hazel that it was supposed to be for the future queen of the Kavoda Kingdom.

“ Unbelievable. What the hell is wrong with that asshole? Can’t even say sorry? Hey! You!” The man didn’t even slow down. Zaria touched her arm, gently pulling her forward. “Don’t mind him. He probably doesn’t know who you are.” Her voice softened, almost amused. “Come. Let’s take you to the palace.” Leora glared at the arrogant figure before huffing and turning back to face her aunt. “Yeah, well, he had better hope I never find out his name.” The polished marble floors of the Crestwood Palace glistened beneath Leora’s steps, reflecting the glow of golden chandeliers that hung from the high ceiling. The walls were painted with silver and carved with the Crescent Moon’s symbol.