Aedion Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

“You’re not their savior anymore. You’re their executioner.” “Enough.” Her voice rose, breaking the quiet like a whip. She turned sharply, the long folds of her silver gown whispering across the marble floor. Her reflection shimmered in the obsidian glass of the throne behind her , a queen of ice and fire, her beauty both terrifying and magnetic. Her dark curls framed her pale face, and the faint trace of silver tears dried at the edge of her lashes. But she wasn’t alone.

The throne room of Basharr Palace took Violet's breath away. The cracks from the fight between Eden and his assassin hadn't reached the throne room, leaving it intact with molten light. Waves of darkness began at the corners of the floor, reaching for the obsidian throne in threads of silken night. Golden rays and blackness melted together turning the chamber into a cauldron.

"Elder, the ambush succeeded beyond measure. The omega—Elian—was cornered in the chaos. The dart struck true; the drug courses through his veins now, amplifying his scent to lure the beast forth. The king will have no choice but to unleash his curse." Throne's lips curled into a predatory smile, his gnarled fingers clenching at his sides. He nodded once, a curt dismissal that sent the assassin retreating into the shadows, the door sealing shut behind him with finality. Alone now, Throne walked to the narrow window slit, high in the wall, where the blood moon loomed like a festering wound in the night sky. Its crimson glow bathed his weathered face in an unholy light, casting long shadows tha

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

While the warrior Lycans are chained and led to the dungeons where Lyros now willingly awaits, Cain takes me back into the castle, opening a secret wall that leads to a smaller chamber, a chamber i recognize all at once because i saw them in here once. I saw my parents in here, seated on their thrones, and the crowns…. Two crowns gleam in the haze of the soft sunlight, each on one seat. Cain leads me to the seat of the ruler. Placing me on it, he picks the crown up and puts it on my head. He goes down on one knee and he whispers words that bring a sob wracking out of me, “All hail Queen Adelaide.” The power of the throne flows through me immediately, burning like fire under my skin, like sun

“Damn, man. I’m pretty sure you don’t use your credit card, so we can’t track or find you. Damn you, asshole. Like mother, like son, huh?” Agustin glanced at Adrian, who was grinning, so he just laughed slightly and shook his head. “Anyway, I’m not here to force you, I’m here to remind you of who you are,” Adrian grinned and patted Agustin's shoulder. “I’m leaving, and you probably won’t see me for a few days. We have a meeting with our organization. They’re voting on who’s fit for the throne,” he said with a hint of annoyance, knowing that no one is fit for the throne except Agustin.

The door was locked, and the windows were not broken. "Unmistakably, they used a portal," Garrett concluded as he watched the royal soldiers walk towards the gate. "It wasn't them. The witch who helped them did that," Maddox said. "Hopefully, Aspen won't make a scene on your wedding day tomorrow." "She won't," Cora said confidently. "Her business with me is done. She won't dare face me with Axel by my side. Besides, she has no more weapons to hurt me with. My son is gone."

The reason why I went to lengths to save Jaque, Shiva, and Thorin's lives. "Alectrona!" I sternly told. With her power as the goddess of darkness, I was pretty sure she heard me call her name. She was sitting on her throne, being carried by six strong and muscled men. Her throne had wings with a shade of black. The headboard had a design of a spread peacock's tail. It could have been beautiful if the color wasn't black. Alectrona was wearing a black and red crown that had the same color as her dress. She was beautiful, but I thought since she was the goddess of darkness, she lived by it. Her face was covered by thick black eyeshadow and lipstick. She was like a Gothic woman with a twist. Her

He gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain, driving the blade deeper. The throne cracked. The ruins trembled as the very foundation of Dawnfire groaned under the weight of what was happening. The Veilblade pulsed wildly, its glow consuming the darkness. The throne let out one final, deafening cry before it shattered completely. And then, silence. The air was still. The darkness had receded. The throne was gone. Elior fell to one knee, breathless. The Veilblade, its purpose fulfilled, flickered before vanishing from his grip. He looked up, meeting the gaze of the First King.

The door opened on her side, and she quickly stuffed the papers into her bag as Alexander extended his hand. "Isn't this a bit much?" she whispered as she took his hand, trying to ignore how warm his palm felt against hers. "Isn't this a bit much?" Isabella hissed as she stepped out, smoothing her navy dress. “Darling, we're about to convince my family that you've somehow managed to reform the infamous Alexander Elysian. We need to be disgustingly in love.” His fingers wrapped around hers before she could pull away, and Isabella reminded herself this was all part of the show.