Wind Of The Palace Novels & Stories

She giggled at me remembering how I just said minutes ago that I don't want these kinds of things. A little embarrassed, I hid my face from her and the old handmaiden and just stepped inside the room. I love it. I love the scent, and the white curtains as they get fully blown by the wind from the open wide window. I walked towards it and I felt like my spirit lightened when I saw the wide ocean outside not too far from the palace. I could smell the fresh scent of the ocean and the forests… nature just looks fantastic from my window.

To me, it was a barricade. As the sun began to set over the jagged peaks of the northern mountains, casting long, bloody shadows across the carpet, the safety of the locked door began to feel entirely artificial. I walked over to the tall windows, looking down at the western courtyard. The palace was humming with a dangerous, volatile energy. High-ranking warriors were gathering in the courtyard below, checking leather harnesses and testing their blades. The air even up here smelled of copper, sweat, and the electric ozone of shifting wolves. Tomorrow, the forest would belong to the predators.

The glass windows of the castle broke. "Ugh!" Blue grunted as he created a barrier around them while Nymphos created a barrier around him, Mythos and Lucas. Nyx created a barrier around himself. "Hail!" Sybb called. "Reyan!" Laggas called as the wind blew stronger. Kulv covered me while Mahi covered Iero and Skye covered Hierro. "Damn it!" Skye cursed when the wind was sucked inside the throne room. The wind surrounded Reyan and Hail as they floated down the floor.

With three successive kicks into his men, he punted all three of them several hundred meters away before the tornado's suction could pull them. Rumble! The freshly-repaired gates of the Palace toppled down. Bits and pieces of its rubble, coupled with several more flagstones ripped off the ground by the winds, got pulled into the tornado and subsequently crushed. In the upper strata of the skies, the clouds clustered and spiraled overhead the tornado. The tornado that spanned more than ten meters wide trampled upon anything in its path of destruction like a monstrous behemoth. Chu Xun's clothes snapped in the roiling winds. He spied the Ninth Presbyter of the Winged race standing in the midst

It reminds me of our palace, but it's too old. I said that because I couldn't help myself. Erich escorted me to a palace that looked exactly like ours. Our palace has a large wall in front of it, so you can't see the big front door. Unlike this one, there was no wall that could protect the whole palace. Despite this, the palace was extremely secure, with each window perfectly sealed. It doesn't have a wall, yet the palace's materials are powerful enough to withstand any stronger beast. No one attempted to crawl into the palace because I sensed a magical force around it.

★★★ FERAL FURY PACK ★★★ Luna Lovett was bustling about the palace, overseeing the final preparations for Vladimir's wedding. The grandeur of the palace was breathtaking, adorned in the finest decorations. Lush garlands of white roses and lilies draped over the archways, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a heady scent. Crystal chandeliers glittered like stars above, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the scene. Elegant silk drapes in shades of ivory and gold hung from the walls, adding to the opulent atmosphere.

The gentle breeze blew and moaned occasionally— encouraging the tiny, gold-painted bells that were fantastically hanged on every wall of the Norse palace, to jingle with a soothing rhythm. Only a few drops of rain pattered on the roof for one, two seconds and then stopped for the rest of the day. It continued to smell like rain and yet more guests in fancy cars ought to drive in. On this particular day, king Howard was said to be returning from a voyage he had taken for nearly two years.

"Also the balcony, the library, and the basement where she usually retreats. All empty. Not a single trace of her." The night wind crept through the open corridors of the palace, carrying a damp and cold breeze that pierced the skin. The branches of the trees whispered in the distance. Amidst the rustling, the stone floor trembled slightly—not from their footsteps, but from something approaching. They turned simultaneously toward the front gate. And there—a tall figure in a long cloak stepped through the boundary of light. His robe was swept by the wind. His boots left dusty tracks on the stone. His gaze was sharp, not missing a single detail.

Petric said, his voice a low vibration that Calla felt in her own chest, "I don't care about the crown or the laws. I'm taking you out of here." "I know," Calla answered. She leaned into his touch for a heartbeat before pulling away. "But we do this the right way. No more running." They stepped out into the biting mountain air. Liam and Loray were already waiting, standing close together. Loray looked around at the towering spires with a mix of awe and distaste. The Palace was a monument to old power, beautiful but suffocatingly rigid. A grumpy, silent Waris led the way.

In the end, she nodded and said, "Alright. We'll do as you say." The first stop on the Twilight Dance Company's tour was naturally King City. As the most famous dance company of the moment, the moment the tickets went on sale, they were completely sold out. Even Jason, who normally paid no attention to such things, received several tickets from a business partner. His assistant, Gabriel Dowd, swallowed nervously while standing beside his desk. He could not help thinking the business partner had made a grave mistake. Ever since Ivy's urn had been smashed by Felicity a year ago, Jason had gone mad. Of course, Felicity had been sent to prison by the Hough family, while some of Ivy's ashes had b