Wonder Palacio Novel Novels & Stories

Liora chuckled. I waved the whole discussion with a long hiss, walking into the toilet to pee. By the time I was out, Liora wasn't in the room anymore. My eyes caught the books on my table, and I immediately lost sleep. I took the first edition, and continued reading. Queen Pearl's world was exactly the palace. Her descriptions matched everything I had seen in the palace. I could navigate the palace through the book. “Your Majesty, shouldn't you be sleeping? You have a pretty big day tomorrow.” Liora asked, coming into the room.

Past rooms I can’t identify. The palace is beautiful. Grand. Like something out of a fairytale. High ceilings. Marble floors. Paintings that probably cost more than my entire pack. But it’s also—cold. Impersonal. Nothing like home. Wolves pass us. Most bow their heads. Some stare. I feel their eyes on me. Assessing. Judging. They can’t smell me. They probably think I’m human. The thought makes my skin crawl. “Ignore them,” Camila whispers. “They’ll adjust.”

It was written using a red ink and the hand writing was impeccable. I read the name, “The Predator in Saint Guillermo…” “What is it about?” “Why ask if you could read it?” The book was about the small town of Saint Guillermo. It was located at the top of Almadana mountain far of the North. It was depicted as “the ideal town of the North” for all was rich and plenty there. The houses were marbles, the shops were colored by festivity, there was a school and a big infirmary, and all people were educated, except one.

****** Whadh's POV Arriving home, I noticed the surprise growing over that girl who I didn't get her name from. It was weirdly a genuine surprise from the look of it, and another thing was that none of the people living in Dandelion ever was a stranger to the palace. Everyone has seen it, down to the newborns even though they have no knowledge of it yet.

“I have some errands to run.” “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” That was all the explanation I got before Rihero’s image disappeared from the mental vault I had created especially for this conversation. A second later, I opened my eyes to the sight of millions of books around me in the palace library. And the only question on my mind was: “What the hell just happened?”

She was very easy to read. They finally entered the building, and Elena had to bite back her gasp of awe. Even Elion allowed a crack of emotion to show, wonder shiny through her eyes. The shelter was built like a palace, every area lined with things she didn't expect to see with commoners, let alone foreigners themselves. A huge chandelier shone right in the middle of the enormous room. That was what had snacked her gaze, as she had stood for a few seconds, studying its intricacies, before Forest nudged her to continue forward.

The structure is like a pyramid, but a sharper one, and the top is pointed. This is the first time I saw a real palace. As long as I've been in Veneesha, I haven't seen the palace. I wasn't even interested in what the palace looked like there. I have this expectation that it's like a Walt Disney palace, but the palace in Atlantis sent me into waves of shock!

That thought alone is enough to send me reeling… who would have ever dreamed that poor orphan Ella would end up rubbing elbows with the most important figures in the land, or have the social capital to become a political threat? As we exit the cars and enter the building, I can only stare around myself in awe. The wealth here makes the wealth back on my home continent look like nothing, and the air seems to vibrate with the energy of the strange crystals which form the city. We get a brief tour of the palace, and then we’re escorted up to a sprawling suite of rooms, even more expansive than the master suite in Sinclair’s manor.

Omigosh. I turned back to face my front just in time for my first glimpse of his palace. I thought the hotel was big, this place is hugeeeeeeeee. It's like a whole Atlantis here, which I'm sure it must be since it's an underwater palace/ town/ whatever they call it down here. I turned back to look at Kel and Diego, and they look just ask awestruck as me. Boy, wouldn't I give anything to live here.

“I feel very popular.” He didn’t even glance at me. “You are.” The city rose higher as we moved inward, the buildings becoming larger, grander. At the very center stood the palace. Massive. Towering crystal spires pierced the glowing sky, linked by delicate bridges and framed by shimmering frozen gardens. The palace looked ancient—older than Bloodbury, older than anything I’d seen. Beautiful. And dangerous.. I want to ask how the fuck does a wolf can live here. But I think there's much more pressing matters at hand.