Aedion Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

I stood my ground while holding the sword with a tight grip. We were led into the main throne room, just to find it empty. Half of the property in the throne room, like my father's golden statue and his fathers too, were not there. My mother's picture and the family portrait, which were engraved on a metal plate behind the throne, weren’t there; instead, there was a glass seat that elongated to that rooftop like a flowing waterfall. It was made of the most expensive glass, the throne room looked like another universe,it was different from the stench outside the pack, the floor was made of mables, and the chairs that were carved were made of glass and coated with very lush pillows.

She approved. “She lived in a tower,” he said. “A very tall one. With big windows that looked out over the whole city.” “Was she sad.” He paused. “She was — waiting,” he said carefully. “For something. She did not know what yet. But she was waiting.” Liyana absorbed this. “Then?” “Then a prince came.” “Was he strong?” “Very.” “Was he nice?” A pause. “He was — learning to be,” Raiyan said quietly.

The great hall of the Aetherborn Thrones was a cathedral of light and judgment. Tall pillars of crystal rose like frozen fire, the air humming with the gravity of magic older than time itself. Selene stood in the center of the room, her wrists bound by chains that glowed with runes of pure restraint. Her once-radiant aura now shimmered faintly, dimmed by exhaustion and heartbreak. Before her sat six Thrones, the supreme rulers of Aetherborn, robed in silver and white. Their faces were carved from silence, their eyes like stars that had forgotten warmth.

At the far end of the hall, elevated on a triple-tiered stone dais, sat the throne. It was not gold. It carried no velvet cushions or delicate filigree like the throne Ethan had boasted of in the Shadow Moon packhouse. It was a massive, jagged monolith of solid volcanic glass—polished obsidian so dark and sharp it looked like a frozen shard of midnight torn from the earth. "Every inch," Brida barked, pointing her thick finger across the vast, empty sea of stone. "Start at the doors and work your way to the foot of the dais. Don't leave a single droplet of grease, or you'll scrub it twice tomorrow."

He reached out, taking my hand in a tight, protective grip, pulling me up to stand directly at his side on the highest step of the dais. "Rise, lords of the North," Gideon commanded, his deep baritone vibrating through the room with absolute authority. "We have no time for regrets or apologies. The enemy is at our doorstep, and our gates are ticking down to a breach." Lord Thane stood up, his eyes shining with renewed purpose. He walked over to the ancient stone alcove behind the throne and lifted a wooden chest lined with white velvet. Inside lay the ancient Sovereign Crown of the Frost Ridge,a heavy band forged from meteoritic iron and inlaid with raw starlight silver.

The throne room was filled with members of the court—generals, nobles, advisors—all gathered beneath the dim glow of black iron braziers that burned with slow, crimson flames. Adrian stood near the base of the throne steps, his sword resting against his shoulder. Silent. Still. Observing. King Vaelreth sat above them all, draped across his throne with effortless authority. The jagged crown framed his horns like sharpened metal thorns, and his golden eyes drifted lazily across the court as disputes and reports were delivered before him. Yet Adrian had the strange feeling those eyes returned to him more often than anyone else. He tried not to notice.

At thirty, Cole was broad-shouldered and easy-smiled and so comfortable in that charcoal suit that it looked like he'd been born in it. He didn't look for me. He always used to look for me first. Behind them, Caden Holt stood with one hand on his daughter's shoulder. The Lycan Chairman. 6'3". Silver at his temples. Shoulders that filled a doorframe. Storm-grey eyes that swept the room the way a weapon swept a field slowly, deliberately, missing nothing. He didn't look at me either. Nobody did. "Mara." Theo appeared at my side from somewhere. My brother was twenty-three, their mother's jaw, eyes that showed everything he felt whether he wanted them to or not. Right now they were showing pure

It sliced through Saed’s manic rage like a silver blade through silk. Elaria stood at the massive arched entrance of the throne room. She was framed by the swirling tendrils of fog that crept in from the open courtyard behind her. She was dressed in her formal, crimson summit gown: the one intricately embroidered with gold thread meant to symbolize the eternal binding of their two houses. But tonight, the heavy silks didn't look like bridal wear. Her jewelry, the rubies at her throat and the diamond cuffs on her wrists glinted like fresh, arterial blood in the dim moonlight filtering through the high arched windows. She didn't look like a fiancé waiting for her lord; she looked like an execu

Lucian responded, as they approached the grand hall, the guards pushed open the door in their wake, and with a short polite nod of the head to Advisor Daniel, they began to discuss. "As you both already know the rule of cardinal has chosen a queen bearing the name Katherina Daventin. She is fairly young, 17 summers old I believe, and she needs to be trained in the way of a queen," Daniel stepped forth towards Lucian indicating that it was his duty. "General Williams, now that you're here the throne will be presented to you until the queen is deemed ready, as you see fit, an official decree will be passed out in the morning. Until then all hail the King!" The advisor spoke with faith not want

I watched the woman’s eyes go wide as she took in the red, high ceiling of the throne room and the gold cups of the snake-like chandelier that was swinging slowly in the space. “It's beautiful,” The maiden gasped, walking up to the glossy shine of the gold glass walls and scrubbing it back to its shine when her breathing fogged up the pale yellow glass. I followed her tentative steps, touching each gold-lined crevice until we were at the foot of the great dias where my throne was. Small silver skulls lined the frame of the square seat where the diamond had been matted with brown fur.