Novel & Cerita Wind Of The Palace

I pat my chest where my heart lies as I calm. Remembering my hands are tied, I look around for anything sharp. Found a dagger with a chipped tip. I started to see the binding as much as I could. With a few strokes, I'm able to break free. I stood up and rubbed my wrist as I looked around. The inside of this palace is as magnificent as the outside. This palace is more ancient than any bone left in the ground. The walls stand mute as if waiting for water to call the ruffling wind. But we are underground; I don't think this palace catches a brisk wind.

After stepping into this palace, he had more or less understood the meaning behind the exotic beast carvings and the Four Mythical Beasts on the walls. Protected by Carl, Amelia took advantage of the light to see the Wind-Tearing Beast clearly. Her heart stirred—this Wind-Tearing Beast was even stronger than when she had encountered it in her previous life. Its demonic energy was more condensed, its aura even more violent. Clearly, it had not stagnated over the years. But why had it appeared in this palace? Was there some connection between the palace and the beast? Having missed its attack, the Wind-Tearing Beast became even more enraged. Its blood-red eyes locked onto the two of them, a lo

With how serene and calm the environment is, it promises that today will be a good day for me, despite the day starting off with negative affirmations in my head. Currently, I am outside of the Palace walls. I can’t call the Grand Alkhemi a Mansion anymore, for the King and Queen resides in it. It is a Palace. Our palace. The wind picks up, and I know the reason for this. The wind acknowledges the presence of Sin. The King. “Good morning, my queen.”

Dean and Jake had exhausted every method they could think of, from power play to material temptation, humble pleas, obsessive pursuit, and even self-destructive displays meant to win pity. Every single attempt shattered against the fortress Morgan had built with coldness and indifference, leaving behind nothing but wreckage and a deeper sense of despair.

“Our blade is already waiting.” Thunder cracked outside the palace, as if the realm itself had heard the warning.

Not the distant hush she was used to—but a deep, thunderous crash, like waves slamming directly beneath the palace. Impossible. The palace stood miles inland. Yet the sound rose and fell, relentless, as though the ocean had crept closer while no one was looking. Becky stepped back, pulse racing. “No,” she whispered. The wind surged, whipping her hair around her face. For a moment, she thought she heard something beneath the roar. A note. A hum. Almost like a song. Her hands flew to her ears. “Stop it!” The sound only grew louder. Somewhere far beyond the palace walls, waves answered one another, rising higher, stronger, as if called by something ancient and patient.

The queen was now a few feet from the king and the wind from the tornado was so strong that it was pulling everything and everyone close to it. The king sunk his claws on the ground just so he could hold on and not be sucked into the tornado before him. He had no hands to hold onto anything only his paws, the guards and maidens were long gone to safety. But that did not last long as they came out running when the roof of the palace flew away leaving only the walls standing. As soon as they came out the queen raised her hands and thunder rumbled loudly, the grounds shook, and the palace walls cracked.

He bowed his head respectfully toward me. “Congratulations to Queen Sophia Moreno,” he declared loudly. I looked at myself. My dirty, torn clothes had changed into a magnificent royal gown. The child inside my womb moved calmly, as if it too had inherited this strange new power. But at that very moment, the door at the top of the staircase burst open with a deafening sound. A strong gust of wind from the forest outside blew through the palace. All the candles went out for a moment, then flickered back to life.

Jo’s cloak fluttered behind her as she moved through the outer gates. The air outside the palace walls felt colder, emptier somehow. The forest beyond was thick with morning mist, and every step toward it felt heavier than the last. A small party of Wind warriors waited near the eastern path, saddled and silent. Alpha Don stood beside them, speaking quietly to one of his men, but when he saw her approach, he straightened.