Pawn Palace Novels & Stories

A Knight opens the door of the carriage, and Kingsley immediately blocks William to step out of the carriage first. They are in front of the door of the Palace of Persley. The walls of the Palace are built of color blue steel that shines under the sunlight. The Pegasus flag at the top of the shaft in the roof goes along with the wind. William and Kingsley are in awe as they see the place. It was glorious that feeds their eyes. Footsteps echo in the area. They shift their eyes to the man in armor wearing his poker face, looking at the two. His dark chocolate eyes soften as their faces meet.

I muttered, tugging at the hem of the impossibly short dress Mary had squeezed me into. The fabric shimmered under the streetlights, catching every neon reflection like an oil slick. Mary swatted my hand away. "You look hot, Em. Own it." We stood in line outside Club Enigma, the bass from inside thrumming through the sidewalk. The club's facade was sleek black marble, no windows, just a single steel door guarded by a mountain of a man holding a tablet. "I feel like I'm auditioning for a part in a bad spy movie," I grumbled, fidgeting with the ornate mask Mary had tied around my eyes. "What's with the masks, anyway?"

With a stroke of music, the dancers eloquently moved in rhythm. "To my lovely guest..." I raised my head and saw Eric raising a glass. "A toast! To celebrate Prince Knight's safe arrival at the Palace of Azharin! The fourth palace of the East!" There was great applause when Eric drank his wine. While there were cheers, my mind blanked at the commotion. Palace of Azharin? Fourth palace!? My heart thundered. I turned to Teresa nervously. "What does he mean by the fourth palace?" I asked, feeling lost all of a sudden.

Although Edgar didn't know what Hunter had promised Fritz, Edgar tried to remain calm. He wasn't going to stay undercover forever. Besides, the police and Desmond's security forces would soon arrive. Edgar only needed to find Elissa. Edgar watched every shape of the building. The building before him was a fairytale palace with towering towers and still black bricks. The structure was dominated by Greek architecture. Or even all of them had Greek flavor. Only one is not—the two date palms planted before the palace gate. According to Edgar, Fritz seemed to want to combine the two concepts of the princess kidnapped by the dragon and the princess from Aladdin's fairy tale.

Whatever the result is, it will bring nothing but trouble to you, so it is not advisable to attempt it. The Ruby Palace is surrounded by residential buildings. The innermost building with the engraving of crimson four-leaves clover on the front door, fenced with sturdy black gates, is exclusive for the Emperor and the Queen. Followed by three-leaves clover, which is reserved for Imperial Concubine, and the rest are for concubines.

It could only be described as godly. Zillion and the rest were shocked for a long while. In the end, Pawn could not help but ask, “Gate… Gate Master, may I ask, what did you do before joining Six Doors?” “Me? Oh, I did business overseas, my company is called Regal Palace. I am… Regal Palace’s Palace Master!” Tyr answered. Boom! The words hit them like a bomb, leaving Zillion and the rest speechless once more. This news caused a wave of shock that made their heads spin.

Her carefully crafted image of innocence crumbled against the weight of cultured wit and poise. Even Ethan was stunned. His eyes locked on me with shock, as though seeing me truly for the first time. The silence was broken by a laugh. An elderly man with silver hair, dignified and imposing, leaned on his cane and replied in French, his tone warm and approving: “Well said! A fine quote indeed—‘beautiful outside, rotten within.’ This lady’s insight is truly remarkable.” I recognized him. Mr. Renault, a major shareholder of a European luxury brand—and one of the most sought-after business partners of the Caldwell Group.

He stared at the majestic closed gates before him, the icy terror finally replacing his arrogance. Could it be… could he have made a fatal mistake? Who was the man protecting Helena? “The Platinum Palace?!” Pedro’s voice faltered, high-pitched and shrill. It was the capital’s fortress-like gated community! The exclusive gathering place of the ultra-elite, where great fortunes hid from the world. Not just anyone with a fat bank account could live there; it required lineage, power, and the approval of a strict council! How could that “little toy” who looked like a chauffeur, driving a generic SUV, possibly live there?!

"You’ll regret missing this. Paige booked a private chamber at the Merry Club. It’s for members only. You need a hundred million in assets just to walk through the front gate." "I'm a little tired," I said, trying to pull away. "I need to get back to the den." My hesitation only made Paige more aggressive. "Are you bored of just existing? Live a little! Look, if you're worried about the coin, I’ll cover your entrance f*e. Don't be a killjoy when we've finally gathered the pack." The pressure was suffocating. Before I could find a better excuse, Paige was dragging me toward a carriage. We arrived at the Merry Club, a sprawling stone palace lit by blue witch-light. Paige marched up to the rece

Elena trailed off and we all looked at the screen again. Rahim continued, “Only The Golden Palace is not surrounded by desert from any side. We have our capital, gardens and sea. Dessert starts after the gardens. And that is one of the storage rooms in the east wing of the palace.” Riaz deadpanned. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner, old man?” “You didn’t ask sooner, child.” Yes, I was rubbing off on Rahim. He was getting way too sassy for someone who was older than the sun.