Sherlock Mind Palace Novels & Stories

“I have some errands to run.” “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” That was all the explanation I got before Rihero’s image disappeared from the mental vault I had created especially for this conversation. A second later, I opened my eyes to the sight of millions of books around me in the palace library. And the only question on my mind was: “What the hell just happened?”

The vassal who was reporting the locations of Echizen nodded and agreed with me. “The lady is right.” He said. I pinched myself for talking without thinking. I was trying so hard to remember what else was prominent during this campaign but my mind was muddled. Ever since I was poisoned, I noticed that my memory wasn’t as sharp as before. I found it difficult to remember my the actual past and I don’t know if that is something I should be concerned with at the moment.

“No, this isn’t right! Jane isn’t home now. How could her voice appear in my mind?!” Chills spread through Philip in an instant. The next moment, Philip gasped as his memories flooded into his mind. “I get it now. I’m Philip, the master of Big Dipper Palace. I’m Philip Clarke.” The illusion that surrounded him shattered into pieces. What a powerful illusion!

Camilla, Riccardo, Marco, and DCamillan stood behind the glass wall as Yuki powered up the interface. “You’ll guide her,” Yuki explained. “It’s a shared illusion space. Neural mapping with sensory recall. If the map exists, it’ll appear through association. Smell. Sound. Pain. Emotion.” Camilla nodded, sliding the final headset into place. “Linking now.” The world fractured. And suddenly, Camilla wasn’t in the lab anymore. — Inside the Mindscape It looked like a crumbling version of the Falcone estate. Twisted halls. Flickering chandeliers. Blood on the marble floors.

They had placed trackers on us, thrown away anything sharp or dangerous, and even lined the floors with bubble wrap. The only things left made of breakable clay were these mugs, shaped like rabbits. Minnie nodded. "Smash them." "No! Zagreus made these himself!" I cried out. She laughed scornfully. "Are you kidding me? Zagreus—the famously stoic man from the Capital? Just because he's been staying in Hanttye, you think he's turned into some goober who makes things for little girls?" Ruth raised a mug high. I struggled as hard as I could to free myself. I had to catch it!

Asher With my mind deeply engrossed in thought, I found myself walking towards the patio. As I settled into the couch in the middle, my gaze fell on the peace lilies beside the screen wall. Although the sight of the blooming lilies was calming, my mind drifted yet again, back to the scene of that night—the night I had with Xenra. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't stop the flashbacks that had continuously plagued my mind like flies, buzzing around me at the faintest opportunity.

The floor didn’t dare echo. The study was white to the point of cruelty: marble floor to ceiling, corners that didn’t dare collect dust. Busts watched from the walls—Marx, Nietzsche, a young Schopenhauer—philosophers repurposed as sentries. On backlit shelves, rare liquor glowed like captured embers: Macallan Adami 1926, Dewar’s Double Double 37, Bache-Gabrielsen Sérénité. Bottles that tempted thieves more than thirst.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

more like a vague anticipation of something unknown yet to come. Dead in the night, in that room steeped in the deep darkness of the legendary palace, Detective Muhammad lay on the antique bed, staring at the ceiling carved with strange, intersecting lines—like maps from another time. His eyes were wide open, and anxiety gnawed at his thoughts in a painful, silent way. Questions rushed through his mind like echoes trapped within narrow walls: How long has it been? Has my life stopped outside this palace? Is this the end of my career as a detective?

The echoes of Alpha Chul's mate's voice continued to reverberate, unsettling her deeply. Driven by a restless need to find answers, she made her way to the balcony. But just as her hand reached out to touch the railings, a rush of memories flooded her mind. She saw herself standing at a balcony without railings, gazing into the abyss beyond. Then, the scene shifted, and she entered a room, confronted by the sight of a deformed newborn with severe heart problems. The memories clashed with her sense of self, leaving her disoriented and anguished.