Aedion Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

He said Gideon would be back in the capital in two days; His Majesty and Aunt Melanie were going to arrange for us to meet so we could get to know each other. I'd only met Gideon a handful of times. All I remembered of him was him being cold and aloof. He didn't easily let anyone in. … When it was time to meet Gideon, I made sure to dress nicely before entering the palace. He was a few years older than me, but I was the one who'd asked for this marriage. I didn't know whether he was willing. Naturally, I didn't want to leave him with too bad an impression. When I got to the imperial garden, I saw His Majesty and Aunt Melanie seated in a courtyard. Someone sat across from them, but I could on

“Some of you will fall.” Silence swallowed the room. My hands clenched beneath the table. The feast before the assessment where ever only attended by the Alpha, Luna and the Young Alpha as well as the contestant. The Coucil of Elders weren’t present for the feast, because like now some of their children were contestant. Elder Kaelen’s daughter, Maria Throneclaw, was here. Like Rowan, she has trained for this all her life. She was after her father’s position as the Master of strength and the Alpha’s enforcer.

Vertical ribbons of crimson, indigo, and emerald fire lanced through the atmosphere, ionizing the air until it smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. "The thermal shield is gone!" Vane’s voice screamed through the comms, barely audible over the roar of the collapsing tower. "Audrey, the city of Solaria is melting! The glass is turning back into sand!" Inside the Throne Room, the world was falling apart in slow motion. The floor, once a vibrating surface of gold, was now cracking into jagged floes of obsidian. Aurielle was no longer a goddess of light; she was a flickering ghost, her form oscillating between a woman and a silhouette of static.

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.

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.