Aedion Throne Of Glass の小説・ストーリー

He kissed my lips, then stared out the window. “We should go down,” he said, his eyes dark and dangerous, before glancing at my clothes. “Quickly shower, and we’ll go down together.” I nodded. After showering and changing, we headed downstairs. Bryan’s body stiffened as my mom opened the door to welcome the Stone Warriors Pack. He moved slightly in front of me, protective. Prince stepped in first. Handsome, with dark hair and stubble, but nothing compared to my mate. The tension was palpable. Bryan and Prince made eye contact, each standing taller, faces contorting into dark smirks that made everyone around cower.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

Back at the house, I started throwing my things into my suitcase. I was done with his pretend amnesia act; my heart was no longer in Sebastian's grip. In a rare moment of gentleness, he looked at our wedding photo and feigned a flicker of memory. "Elena, is that us in the picture? When did we take that?" I kept my eyes on my task, packing my clothes without a glance his way, and said without a hint of warmth, "It's fake, an AI creation." That was it. I pushed him over the edge.

Nyla’s POV I tried to concentrate on the dancing shadows in the room's corners by blinking. I had to breathe more shallowly because the air seemed heavy, like it was crushing against my chest. In front of me, Auren's eyes glowed dangerously brightly. The throne, a massive, twisted seat composed of bone and obsidian that towered like some dark king's chair, loomed behind him. I experienced an odd tug as soon as I saw it. It was an old, black, and strong throne. Despite my inner want to turn and go, I was unable to take my eyes off it.

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.

all of their eyes searing deep into my soul. I tried to ignore them, their looks causing me to almost falter in my steps. Instead, I looked for Sebastian, who was standing on the thrones platform next to a man I’d never seen before. An elder, I presume. The throne room was decorated with white roses and candles as far as the eye could see. I looked up to see a round skylight on the ceiling, showing off the moon in its fullness. The Moon Goddess would be watching this wedding tonight, blessing it even.

Not human. Not wolf. Something divine. Something terrible. The First was climbing out. THE CHOICE Auren staggered to his feet, eyes blazing with golden light. “We have to leave! Now!” Kael grabbed Aria’s arm. “I’ll carry you if I have to.” But Aria was no longer looking at the rift. Her attention was locked on the throne—the floating, impossible throne forged from Gate-light and ancient bone—still cracked, still unstable, still pulsing with the last remnants of her divine touch.

Nothing can interfere with what I’ve already achieved—the dominion that is now mine. With my right hand, Fenrer, by my side, I walk toward the throne room. The space is vast and majestic, adorned with paintings of the kings who came before me. At the far end stands a massive stone throne atop a grand, elevated platform with a marble staircase leading to it. Behind the throne, the wall is made entirely of stained-glass depicting the phases of the moon. I take in the scene prepared by my soldiers—cameras positioned strategically, lights focused on the throne. I stop in front of it, admiring its grandeur, its power, it's meaning.

A large circular window behind the throne opened directly to the moon, allowing the silver glow of the Blood Moon to spill into the room like water. The floor beneath the thrones was polished marble, white with delicate gold lines, reflecting the moonlight beautifully. Intricate symbols of the Veylra tribe were engraved around the room: spirals, crescent moons, and the ancient mark of eternal blood. At the center of the chamber sat a pair of thrones, carved from lunar oak, a mythical pale wood known for its soft but supernatural shine. The cushions were deep red velvet, embroidered with golden vines. Upon the left throne sat Dark Lord Kaelith, a tall man whose silver hair fell to his shoulde