Shuri Von Neuschwanstein Novels & Stories

The ceremony and coronation is done and the people are all dining inside the castle. Vlash and I decided to walk to the star pavilion where we found our clue to where the goddess stone is hidden before. The place is cleaner now and newly rebuilt. Those over grown vines before are gone and the sky can be seen clearly. Vlash stops just on the entrance as I continue walking. I slowly walk towards the center of the circle pavilion where those stones are shining due to the moon light. I smile as I turn and look up to the moon. I close my eyes as I turn making my gown spin with me; this made me remember the movie of Cinderella with her lovely gown and her prince dancing alone. As I am smiling and

“Hey, Shia—Shia—don’t go in…” The workshop was temporarily left under Fili’s care. Since apprentice battlefield craftsmen were allowed to bring one or two assistants, two days later I brought Gefei and Fula with me to the royal palace. The castle of Heinir Palace was the tallest structure in the world, its highest point rising more than four hundred meters above the walls of the main city. If one tried to reach the interior by climbing stairs or walking through aerial passages, it would probably take at least half a day. Fortunately, beneath the palace lay a teleportation magic array, allowing direct access to the main gate.

Andrew parked his gold Aston Martin in the parking lot of the Moonlit Homeless Shelter. Over the past three days, he had taken Princess Aurora to all of his favorite monuments and landmarks within the city: the One World, One Species Tower (a monument to werewolf/human coexistence), Bloodsuckers Rock (a memorial to the victims of the first vampiric insurgence), Lycanthrope Galleria, the Werewolf Heritage and Art Museum, to name a few. Now, he wanted to show her a grimmer side of the werewolf world and what he was doing to clean it up.

A minute later she answered - "Ametrine, a semi-precious stone of purple color, from dark purple to very light." To be honest, I didn’t catch the connection right now - an endless day and an abundance of information made themselves felt. Alina was silent, but I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Without waiting for my questions, she continued: - Here you have, for example, the surname Yantarskaya was passed down from your father. One has only to look into your eyes and the question - why, will immediately disappear by itself. I am Ametrinova, my she-wolf is black, but the tips of the tail and ears have a peculiar coloration, like the color of Ametrin.

Damn, I'm horny! THE FAMILIAR renaissance-style building was the first thing that Tori saw as soon as she looked outside the carriage. Days passed by like a blur. After her birthday party, Sabina's birthday came too. The same lords from her birthday came bearing gifts aside from Marchioness Susana, who only greeted that wench with the fakest smile Tori could see. Nothing out of ordinary, everyone already knew that the Duchess of Castaña would be the one to escort Sabina. Tori came and acted like the benevolent sister as she always did. She even gifted the wench with a sapphire-decorated brooch.

Duty above all. The Queen’s Spire, a structure of white marble and glittering gold trim, had always been Emilia Clarke Holstein’s most elaborate prison. It stood apart from the main Star City Palace like a beautiful, detached jewel, built at the command of the late King—a man of immense greed and boundless suspicion—to house his politically useful wife.

I could understand why it was such a big thing to move into the Royal Palace. It was a place far beyond my imagination. A slightly modern interpretation of Bavarian Neuschwanstein combined with India's Amber Fortress, all surrounded by magnificent gardens; the romantic style of the nineteenth century sprinkled with the mystic aura of the southern Asian style. "Wow…" was the only word that could slip through my lips.

I apologize. I mean it when I say that living alone and without a relationship must be incredibly lonely. Kohl seems a little surprised by this. We just stand there in stilted quiet for a few moments until something cracks behind his back and we both turn to see an olive-skinned girl standing in the clearing; her features immediately resemble Kairi's, and judging from her mature face, she must be her elder sister. Nirnsich turns away from me and faces the prince, a gleam in her eye as she bows and says, "Hello, your highness. Would you be interested in taking a stroll with me?"

One stopped me before I could get to the stairs. “Uhm, princess, there’s a man here who says he needs to see you. It's slightly unsettling. He looks like Hep, but his name is Khalith. Do you know anyone by that name, or did Hep have any children previously?” Tourmaline’s wings fluttered a little faster than normal.

Shama alighted from her carriage and walked towards the royal palace. The royal palace was a sight to behold. Towering spires pierced the azure sky, their golden tips gleaming in the sunlight. The white marble walls were adorned with intricate carvings, depicting scenes of myth and legend. A grand fountain graced the courtyard, its waters cascading into a pool of shimmering lapis lazuli. The maids and servants working in the garden paused to stare at her for a moment, then resumed their tasks.