Wind Of The Palace Novels & Stories

Landon nodded, his gaze never leaving the Windripper Beast. Meanwhile, the questions weighing on Aria's mind only deepened. This mysterious palace. The carvings of the Four Celestials. The unknown creatures lining the walls. And now the Windripper Beast she had failed to subdue in her previous life. If this palace truly was something she had built, as Gurion claimed, what secrets lay beneath it? The Windripper Beast's roars echoed along the stairway, its sharp presence pressing down on them. Aria and Landon braced themselves for its next attack.

Muttering under his breath about how stupid Stefan is, how stupid the Queen is, how stupid this party and most of all, how stupid his peers are, Jin turned and slowly began to retrace his way for the last time– He closed his eyes with a startled grunt, raising his arms almost instinctively to shield his face from the sudden blast of ice-cold winds, flecks of ice scraping his skin, an eerie whistling filling his ears that seemed to come out of nowhere. Granted, it was cold when they got to the palace but why was the wind suddenly colder here than outside? Jin felt his heart beginning to beat loudly in his chest in anticipation when he found himself stopping in front of huge mahogany doors wit

I looked at the creature who seemed to understand my message and lightly nodded at me before he flew away but not before breaking the window of his own will with the help of my stroke of his strong wings. The glass on the window shattered everywhere, the sound it disturbing the silence but my assumption turned wrong as I saw there were no guards to be found. The loud impact did not catch anyone's attention or maybe this side of the palace was not held with the importance. I slid down on the surface before holding onto the edge of the broken window not exactly caring about glass pieces digging into my palm and climbed inside. Flambeaus were lined up against the wall, more of a dark color than

He sure has changed a lot, I thought. “What is there to do in this palace?” I asked myself. I was so bored that I began to check out the exterior of the palace. The compound of the palace was filled with large trees that responded to the direction of the wind. It wasn’t only large trees I came across…I also came across large rocks in the palace. When I climbed the rocks, I discovered that I was closer to the stars. The night was very bright- I hated the stars so I went back to my room.

Exalias pov We walked into the palace like a crew that had seen it all, because actually we had. The sun hit the white stone just right, casting gold over everything. The new palace towered like a crown, cleaner, sharper, more alive than before. The path was lined with soft pine trees and glowing blue flowers I didn’t recognize. Magic hummed in the wind, subtle but steady. Guards at the archway straightened. Their eyes widened. “White Luna,” one of them said, dropping to his knee.

They went to the entrance door of the palace where the queen was standing and stood behind her in silence as they watched the white dragon that was so big that its body completely blocked the sunlight that was falling on the palace. Its golden eyes were shining like a sun while its snow-white body emitted chillness wherever it went. The Dragon was flying in circles around the palace and as it flapped its wings strong winds blew on the ground making it difficult for the people to stand. Looking at this Elizabeth turned back for a second as her eyes met Lea's and even before anyone could notice it turned back to the dragon.

he told me. The clouds that is blocking my window vanish, revealing a hundred years old but well-maintained Palace where the royalty of this country leaves. I move closer to the window. "It's beautiful and prestigious to look at," I whispered to myself.

, one of the guards reassured me with a soft smile on his face. I walked towards the window and sat at the edge as frustration and a sense of entrapment consumed me as I gazed out of the window, the moon casting a silvery glow over the palace grounds. Fitz's words echoed in my mind, warning me of dangers both known and unknown. The longing for freedom burned within me, fueling a determination to explore the world beyond the confines of the palace, to chart my own destiny.

In a vast desert, night draped its veil over the horizon, and the wind carried grains of sand, swirling in the air like endless, delicate raindrops. From the palace's highest point, flames erupted, swirling and rising to the sky, as if the palace itself were expressing its furious rage, announcing a great incident within. It seemed as though nature itself was enraged, the sky filled with red smoke merging with the night, revealing the palace as if encircled by an unquenchable fire, steeped in a sense of dread and mystery.

“The council knows. They’ll come for you tonight, chains, cells, whatever it takes to make you look weak before the Trial. We’re moving you.” She shoved at my chest, weak but defiant. “I’m not some fragile thing you can replace like furniture.” “You’re a wildfire in a wooden palace,” I countered, scooping her into my arms despite her hiss of protest. “And right now, you’re burning too bright for them to ignore.” She went rigid in my hold, but didn’t fight. Not yet. The old royal tower was at the far eastern edge of the palace grounds, Isolated, warded with runes carved by long-dead seers, with stone walls.