Wind Of The Palace Novels & Stories

"Don't forget to celebrate your victory and the destruction of your own life." The strong wind became a Silent Witness between them. For some reason, the background of the palace that had been crowded was immediately silent. They could also feel the intense cold from the season shift tonight. "I am ... let you go, Rena."

Alec paused in the trance he was as she studied her features, though his eyes failed to cover the hint of fear that struck him. A sudden deathly strong wind swept through the palace blowing all the doors and windows wide open. Dropping the portraits that hang from the castle walls and breaking vases and frames and mirrors. The strong wind passed through all the land once, leaving a trail of destruction and a long still silence, that not even the sound of crickets was heard for the whole hour. The people peeped out of the windows to see what it was, or who it was. A sense of fear gripped them all even though all they saw was wind. It was where it was headed that dreaded them.

The dragon rose into the air so suddenly that my breath caught in my throat. Its massive wings spread wide as it flew upward into the dark sky. The force of the wind hit us even from the balcony, making Maria stumble back . I grabbed the railing tightly while my heart pounded against my chest. “Pandora…” Maria whispered nervously. I couldn’t answer. My eyes stayed fixed on the dragon as it circled above the palace slowly. Its roar echoed across the grounds, loud enough to wake half the kingdom.

"Look." From the shadows of the trees, hundreds of red eyes were looking up. The hybrids. They weren't growling. They were howling. A long, mournful sound that shook the foundations of the Palace. "They're calling the wind," Aradaa realized. The air around the balcony began to swirl. A massive funnel of silver mist and black smoke rose from the valley, forming a bridge of solid air. "They're saving us," Kaelor whispered. "They're saving their King."

I said, wearing a smile as I looked at Zephyr. A strong wind originating from the hills behind the palace crashed against us, scattering my hair. Zephyr corrected my hair, tucked them behind my ear and said, “then it’s yours…” I blinked at him, confused. I couldn’t hear what he said because of the roaring winds. “Hmm? What?” He smiled faintly. “I was just telling you, the winds are unpredictable here. Don’t you feel so?” “I don’t know about the winds because I can’t talk to them, but I am sure the winds are happy. I just feel that solace in this place,” I said, gazing at the palace again.

The turbulent wind blew with rage and I could only wonder the magnitude of it's impact outside the palace walls. I was in my office, meeting with my advisors, when the storm hit. We were caught off guard, and it took us a few moments to realize the severity of the situation. "What's happening?" one of the palace staff, a young woman named Elara, asked, her voice trembling with fear. "It's a storm," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "We need to get to safety, now." We quickly exited the office and made our way to the palace's emergency shelter. The winds were so strong that they were almost impossible to stand against, and the rain was coming down in sheets. I could see trees crashing

Still nothing. The rain poured harder, the wind howling like something alive. I clutched Lilo tightly, shielding him as best as I could. My heart pounded as fear crept in, they weren’t opening the door on purpose. There is no way they can’t hear my hard bang on the door. I pressed my back against it, holding the cat close, shutting my eyes as the storm raged around me and quietly I began to pray. Suddenly, the wind screamed with violent force. A gust slammed against the palace walls, rattling the enormous glass windows nearby. Before I could react, a large shard of glass, torn loose by the storm, shot through the air.

The stares of the guests were extremely intense, and I could hear whispers coming from all directions. I placed my hands elegantly atop each other, gracefully bending my hips forward with my eyes closed. "Heir of the Di Santoro family and Celti'ki. I, Artemis White - Princess of Europe and heiress to the White family - grant permission for you to place 'La Piaga Rossa' on my sacred body. Thus, I grant you the title 'Prince Consort', as my future husband", I replied, my words confident. Practiced. I'd been practising such a phrase since childhood, so that when my fated partner came along, I wouldn't make a single mistake. Who knew I would be using it here, now, with someone who wasn't my fate

(Adelaide & Cael) The palace ought to have looked abandoned. It ought to have looked ruined, haunted, distant in the way places become when too much history has bled out inside them. Instead, it looked awake. Waiting. The sight of it pressed against Adelaide’s chest with a force that was nearly physical, and something deep within her answered before she could resist. Her wings stirred, not flaring, but drawing in with a soft, possessive pull, and the flame along their edges brightened until the silver grass nearest her bent away, trembling in the heatless radiance.

’ Era asked, her instinct warring between the urge to stay for the Alpha and the need to run for the Moon. ‘Now,’ I breathed. The wind was biting, smelling of snow and ancient magic. Below me, the Palace was a fortress of stone and light, a monument to a world that wanted to own me. I straddled the broom, the wood vibrating against my thighs. My magic surged, connecting with the elemental pull of the rising moon. “Sorry, Romani,” I whispered to the dark windows of his study. “But a witch doesn’t belong in a wolf’s den.”