Pawn Palace Novels & Stories

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.

However, she could hardly defeat a knight, much less a band of the undead. Falstad with the princess took most of the men and went on a corridor that leads to a stairway, there weren’t any undead in their path as the area is mostly restricted to anyone besides the royal family. Tears glittered in Maria’s eyes whenever she heard the horrifying wails of her subjects, she feels as though needles pierced her heart. While walking on the corridor, and oblivious to Falstad’s plans, she asked. “Where do we go, Falstad?” “To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.”

' While Darryl was thinking about that, Golden Lion Paladin dragged him and strolled toward a palace on the island. Darryl noticed that the palace in the middle of the island was built with giant white stones. It had a golden roof, and it looked magnificent and solemn under the scorching hot sun. There was a huge plaza in front of the palace. The plaza was huge, and the statues of the 12 paladins surrounded it. It looked magnificent. The Temple of Light was located at the back of the plaza. Wow! The moment he entered the temple, Darryl could not help but take a cold breath when he saw the situation in front of him.

“This is your home?” “Not quite.” I passed him a tip and tried not to think about my actual home, my new house, all the little changes I made to make sure Paige would fit there perfectly as I climbed out. The cabbie had been right to whistle. I stood in front of a fucking palace. High, white marble walls spanned the whole front, punctuated only by a wide arch with a heavy metal gate. Armed men stood on either side, but through the gate, I could see the barest bit of the building. Same white marble. Massive towers that must have given him a spectacular view of the pyramids not far away.

I wasn't so interested in speaking with anyone, especially not with him. “When I speak to you, you will respond with your voice.” He growled, and I just knew I was in for much trouble. “Yes.” I whispered softly, and he hissed. The palace was quite beautiful. It had better touches compared to the Palace in the South. This Place was advanced in every form one could think of. When Zion mentioned it being a restaurant for demons, this wasn't what I imagined. I guess demons do make the best for themselves. The walls had acrylic paintings on them that made them even more attractive. There were robots at several turns, although they were doing very minimal things.

Ywain noticed and came up behind her asking, “Princess, what is it?” Nezeira, without taking her eyes off the darkness replied, “Nothing. I thought I heard something. Let’s go.” They hopped into their vans and the convoy headed towards the royal palace. The city of Leopolis was like a futuristic glittery one. The royal palace was by the seaside cliff at the far end of the city away from the noise, surrounded by a lot of foliage and nature. The security of the palace was heavily monitored by the elite and fiercely trained group of guards. The Chief of whom was the one who went to escort the Nightshaders. They passed the sensor laden imperial gate and then drove through the sprawling acres of

“ 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.

Is this some joke? "No, ma'am! It's true" Patricia said excitedly at the other side of the line. "Young Master Clawson has paid off all of the store's debts. Every single penny! She repeated the words she had said earlier and just then the phone fell from Sapphire's hands. Lance did what?

"I-I don't know what to- He didn't finish his words. One more series of irritating voice from that Petra girl. Tss, fie upon you! "Your Highness! Are you hungry? Where are you heading? Is there something I can do for you?" Petra ask in a very high pitch tone. She seems so happy and excited at the same time. But instead of answer it, Noire held my hand and walk in to the grand door of their mansion. He's probably irritated again. Who wouldn't be, right? He held the door and twisted the handle to finally open it. The Palace of Hussein's is an opulent complex and former royal residence inside of Picaresque.

I’m hardly ten minutes away from Daisy and I’m already feeling it—that ice-cold, feral focus that comes over me when I need to get something important done. And right now, nothing could be more important than rescuing Daisy’s mother. The Palace, as Matt calls it, is a hideout mansion like something out of Scarface. It looks like a house a frat boy would buy if he suddenly woke up with a hundred million dollars. Gaudy, tasteless, and if I remember right, registered to some shell company owned by Matt that he does business through.