Novel & Cerita Aedion Throne Of Glass

On both sides of the aisle, dozens of the family's elite assassins knelt on one knee with their heads lowered in respect. I had changed into a dark crimson couture gown and sat lazily against a leather sofa chair, swirling a glass of red wine in my hand. The man seated across from me reached over and gently rubbed my head. Rossi Nostra. Heir to the Nostra family. The eldest son of the Don. My brother. "Welcome home, Principessa." I gazed quietly at the endless sea of clouds outside the window. "Brother." My voice was soft. "I want everyone involved in hurting my child... dead."

"There were seven thrones. They were empty... broken, and covered in blood. The whole world was completely dark. There were no trees, no rivers, and no people. Only ashes." An icy stillness settled over the room. Then Aiden whispered, his grip tightening, "But there was another throne. The eighth one. And someone was sitting on it." Seraphina swallowed hard, a memory from minutes ago echoing in her mind. "You said he looked like you." "He did," Aiden nodded, a tear slipping down his cheek. "But... he wasn't me. He was older. Maybe twenty. He had my eyes and my face, but..." His small voice shook violently. "He was smiling. Not a happy smile. A scary smile."

Both Megan and Eden can now see the light on their foreheads and make Megan seem to be in a dream, until she falls asleep, because of exhaustiveness and heavy thought. Eden smiled only slightly and began to move quickly leaving Movaro for the Dasford area, especially Jazmore which became his domain. He has found and obtained the Luna. ♡♡♡ Dont forget to review this story ^^

A loud gong resounded throughout the whole place. Then, the elders began to speak at the same time."People of the four lands. We are gathered together to crown the rightful heir to the throne; the flamekeeper of the four lands" The fairies cheered and I found myself smiling. "Finally, after what feels like years of struggling, we have finally found peace. Daeron Zrēlyen of the Ky'ash clan, we crown you protector, leader, guardian of the four lands and flame keeper of the fairies!" One of the elders placed a golden crown on Daeron's head, it's blue and purple stones, glowing in the light. The fairies' cheers were almost deafening. "We crown you, Yahini Zrēlyen, queen and mother of the four la

He turned to Alpha Velvet and asked, "How did this all happen within a day?" But she shrugged, a knowing smile on her face as she looked at the throne room. If Aiden thought that the throne room was beautiful, he lacked words to describe the throne itself. The Alpha's throne, which was made up of pure gold and decorated with diamonds, had garlands of flowers over it. The edge of the throne had a moulding of a big black werewolf and Aiden knew immediately that it was his wolf they had tried to mould. A smile pulled up on his lip.

Standing in front of the raised dais of the throne was King Tobias, his son, Prince Leonidas, and the Royal Beta, Malcolm, all three of them dressed richly and wearing looks of cold indifference. I stepped through the doorway, with two other Alphas flanking me, their betas and Dave just behind us, and a collective gasp went through the room, all eyes drawing to the glass window behind the throne. What had been clear glass before was now becoming stained glass. The deep blues and purples and greens and reds returned to the masterpiece, restoring it to how it had been, how each of us had seen it represented in our history books. It started slowly, from the edges of the masterpiece, the colors

Thalia's POV We barged into the throne room, and almost instantly, the memory of that day hit me like a wave. The cold, unforgiving floor beneath my feet, the weight of silver shackles biting into my wrists. The burning hatred in his voice – Get her out of my sight. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as my gaze drifted toward the throne. And there he was. Ronan stood tall, his presence commanding even in stillness. He was speaking to Aedric, his expression unreadable, his focus entirely elsewhere. Yet my eyes couldn’t leave him.

--- Below Solara The Cradle of Crownless Thrones There is a place in Aetheria where no light dares crawl. Not because it cannot reach— Because it is not allowed. We call it a vault. It is not a prison. It is a graveyard. Nine thrones lie in that hollowed, bone-wrought pit. Burned, broken, scorched by betrayal. Cracked by prophecy. Soaked in the marrow of forgotten immortals. No name dares echo here. No song dares hum. But tonight— One throne stirs. Blackened antlers. Molten chain.