Wind Of The Palace Novels & Stories

I guess a guard didn't notice me, because they didn't follow me but it's okay I won't go far and I'm sure there's no danger here. There was a strong wind around me and I felt the coldness of its breeze. My long dress touched the small grass lying on the ground as I walked closer to an acacia tree. Behind these trees can be seen the high and lofty wall. This acts as a barrier to the palace from the outside.

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.

she remarked. “Let me show,” said Asalth and held her hand. She tugged her to the outside and Penny’s eyes became wide with shock. There was snow wherever she looked. It was white. The palace was built on a mountain plateau and was surrounded by mountains of smaller height where the snow-covered slopes were dotted with red-stone houses. Tendril of grey smoke drifted from the houses. There was absolutely no greenery on the outside except a few firs that had managed to survive in this harsh winter. Soft snow was falling and low clouds drifted past the palace. Chilly winds touched Penny’s cheeks and she shuddered. Her hair was pinned up in a bun and so she felt the chill in her neck and should

" This kind of service in the palace? I'm shocked they aren't fired yet." I commented as I watched Kaen. Kaen whispers to Jessica before spinning her in a carefree manner and leaving her in the middle of the dance floor. Kaen backs up a lot like he's pacing himself for the dance. Suddenly a strong wind blows out all the candles in the ballroom. The whole crowd cried out in shock. What the in the world?! No window nor door was open! Where did the wind come from?! " My mother said I'm too romantic. " Kaen's voice echoed throughout the ballroom. As soon as he sings the first word, the sound of a piano rings through the ballroom?! But there's no piano here!!

The palace trembled beneath their feet. The sky had completely fractured, a bleeding wound above Heaven, tearing the clouds into jagged shards of crimson, gold, and shadow. Lightning tore across the horizon like knives, and the wind shrieked with a voice older than the universe itself. Lily stood on the balcony, Luca hovering inches above her chest, his tiny fists glowing faintly as he absorbed the chaotic energy around him. His golden and crimson aura danced around them, illuminating the ruins of the palace in flashes of molten light.

"Your Majesties." "The mountain pass has been closed." Kieran looked up. "A storm?" "The largest we've seen this winter." Messengers have already warned the nearby villages to remain indoors." Nova looked toward the windows. The snow swirled so violently that the palace gardens had almost disappeared from view. "I hope everyone reached shelter in time." Rowan nodded. "The roads were cleared before the storm arrived." "Good." As night fell, the storm grew stronger. The wind howled through the towers like a chorus of distant wolves.

Neither of them noticed. The room had fallen into a stillness so dense it pressed against the skin. The rain tapped faintly on the windowpanes of the Royal Suite like tiny knuckles begging to be let in. The wind outside rustled the towering black cypress trees surrounding the palace walls, but inside the suite, the air was carved from ice and dread.

“If she runs from you—” “She will,” I say. “We will adjust.” He nods once. The nod of a man who will follow a poor idea because it is the only honest one on the table. We move. Not banners. Not the howl of militia. The quiet kind of mobilization that says we have teeth and we prefer to use them close. By noon, the palace is an empty skin. I leave it to those who believe in walls. I take men who believe in trees. The ridge drinks us. Shadow, then sunlight, then shadow again. Scent changes like notes in a scale: fern, water, old ash, the memory of summer. Under it all, a thread that hums like a vein: wolves. Not mine.

"The candle fears the wind and burns down to nothing. Be the moon. The moon watches the darkness without fading." The carriage jerked to a sudden stop. Outside, the Palace of Lupercal loomed a monstrous structure of black stone bursting from the fractured mountain. Blue fire flickered in iron cages, illuminating hundreds of shivering girls lined up in the courtyard. The door flew open. "Out! Now!" a guard barked, grabbing my wrist. "Let go of me," I snapped, breaking free into the freezing slush to take my place in line. As I stepped into the crowd, the air pressure shifted. I didn't hear or see it, but I felt it in my bones. Something deep inside that dark palace had turned its heavy, suffo

Finn blamed himself but Louise can't think quite straight for some time now so Finn is talking to himself. While the palace is at a gloomy pace, a heavy wind took the palace in shock. Not because the wind is getting at their nerves but the wind is so heavy that most of them needed to control their place not to be pushed back by that wind. "An intruder?" The knights asked, the people under the headquarters hall were startled raised their swords. However, as the wind's smoke covering that one place has faded and the wind becomes lighter. The figure shock them off, they didn't expect this thus to happen.