The Palace Of Dreams Novels & Stories

IANNA’S POV They say dreams are not always reliable and don’t always show you exactly what was going to happen. But mine came through exactly as I dreamt it. The blood on the palace walls, the bodies and the fire. It was like I was living my dream, my biggest nightmare that decided to come through. We had been preparing for the war since I started dreaming about it and apparently Aegen has been preparing since he suspected that his father and brother have been planning something against the fairies.

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.

They had taken over the unfamiliar room as if it were their own playground, scrawling on the walls and floor with paint they had found. A discarded canvas lay on the ground, forgotten. Their footprints stained the once-spotless floor, and even the bedsheets were marked with colors. If the wedding photo hadn't been hung high enough, it would have suffered the same fate. Steven's irritation flared. He strode over, his voice sharp. "Enough! Stop it!" Before his words had fully landed, he felt something shift beneath his foot. A soft crunch. Looking down, he saw he had stepped on a palette smeared with paint, left abandoned by the children. The colors mixed into a chaotic mess beneath his shoe.

It was a path toward self-discovery and fulfillment, a way to bridge the gap between her duties and her desires. As they continued their walk through the garden, Cynthia and Kamila shared dreams and aspirations, forging a bond that transcended their roles within the palace. The legends of the royal jungle, with its mystical barrier and the Goddess's watchful presence, served as a beacon of hope and inspiration for the journey that lay ahead—a journey that would redefine Cynthia's destiny within the palace and the kingdom itself.

author pov Rhea gave Katia and Selene each a hug and said she would return before morning. When the girls looked at her questioningly, she told them, "I need to report all is almost ready to Ma'am." The girls hugged her back and she was on her way. Arriving at the palace in the middle of the ocean, Rhea stood on the beach taking in the beauty of the structure. It was built exactly like a castle you would see in a fairytale. It had the towers and the widows walk along the top of the castle. Each way you turned there was nothing but the sea. The palace was a pristine white with powder blue shingles on the rooftops.

At first, I liked it, I liked the vast amount of attention I received at such a young age but eventually, I got tired of hearing their monotonous plaudits. Those annoying voices of theirs made me want to live in a palace. A palace surrounded by wealth and as ravishing as hell, the hidden palace of Vigliancos. To be continued . . .

Yona felt like a filthy street puppy who had been scouted by a wealthy owner and was now going to be groomed. She kept looking up and down, left and right of her. The palace was really modern, decorated with ancient scriptures and statues, which made her eyes shine with delight; she wanted to capture every single view in her eyes for forever. Perhaps this is a dream that she is having, or perhaps it is a real whatever it maybe but she wishes to capture every scenario for use in her novel.

I flung her hand aside and slapped her across the face. Quinn, clutching her cheek, tried to retaliate, but Serena intervened. “Enough! Lannister is gone, and you’re still bickering here!” “Someone open the furnace now!” Serena wailed, her voice filled with despair. The staff turned off the flames, but by then, the fire had already consumed Lannister. “Mom, Lannister is dead! She burned him alive!” Quinn cried as she clung to Serena, glaring at me with murderous hatred.

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."