Best Throne Of Glass Quotes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

Me on the other side had build plenty of that over the years. If our throne happen to be given to the one most loved by the elders or people at large, then I would be in Alpha in no time but unfortunately, that factor is never considered. I raised my wine glass to find it empty leading me to call unto the slave who arranged the food. “Yes your highness, what can I do for your highness?” She came scrambling into the dining area, her head hanged low. “Fill my glass” I instructed, pointing at the direction of the glass tumbler for her. She immediately began fills it in with wine. I watched as the red liquid dances freely in the transparent glass and I was reminded of how soon, blood will be spi

“When we cross the bridge into the Magic Kingdom, I will break the barrier that has kept us out for decades. Once it falls, the kingdom’s gates will open to all. But do not let greed speak louder than honor. The palace is made of gold. The trees bear fruits of silver. You may be tempted. But do not take anything that does not belong to you. Greed will kill you faster than any sword.” My last words echoed in the silence. Every soldier stood still. Listening. Processing. Then the Grand Queen stepped forward. She did not need to shout. Her voice was cold and thunderous, like a storm that had been waiting for years to break. “This kingdom you march to restore, it was once my home. I was born wit

“He is weak. They all are. You do not need them.” Cullen coughed again. Blood on his lips. Still looking at me. “Selena… fight it…” He knew. My heart thumped. The voice inside me twisted, sharp now. “Do not throw away a throne for a broken boy.” I shut my eyes. The visions tried to creep back— the throne, the crown, the bowing wolves— but I shoved them out. I remembered the pit. The lessons. The pain. The truth carved into my bones: Power means nothing if it costs your soul.

Her reflection closest to her whispered: “You never wanted the throne.” And finally, She said it aloud. “I never wanted to lead,” Liora whispered. “I just wanted to survive.” The mirrors rippled. Cracked. Another version of her hissed: “Then why fight so hard to win?” Liora bowed her head. “Because no one else would.” A silence followed, Then, Every mirror shattered, The room exploded with light. And she stood now… On the throne. Ashen stood below, Kael, to his right. Liolai, at the steps. And the crowned one, Now kneeling. The golden quill hovered before her. “You spoke the truth,” they said.

“But courage is still mortal. And mortals… break.” I leaned back in my chair, satisfied. The storm in the nearest glass container pulsed like a heartbeat, as if approving. “Soon,” I murmured. “Soon, my little godling will learn the most important lesson in existence.” I raised my glass in mock toast toward the mirror, where Vera’s reflection still lingered, frozen mid-laugh. “Even gods,” I said with a smile, “bleed when the ones they love fall.” Then I drank, letting the last of the red liquid burn down my throat like prophecy fulfilled.

"If the girl is of royal blood, the glass will hold. If she is a pretender, the glass will vanish." Morgana stood next to him, a cruel smile on her lips. She leaned over and whispered as I passed her. "Goodbye, little weaver. I hope the shards are sharp." I looked at the start of the bridge. My legs felt like jelly. “Walk,” Alaric’s voice commanded in my head. He was sitting on the throne at the other end of the bridge. He looked powerful, but I could feel his hand gripping the armrest so hard the wood was cracking.

“I won’t die for a throne. I won’t rise for one either. I won’t be remembered as another flame that turned into a god.” The sky didn’t answer. But one star blinked into being. Just one. Enough.

And the Final Witness spoke one sentence that froze my soul: “Balance Queen… prove your existence deserves a future.” The ground beneath the entire kingdom began dissolving into light.

But the moment his mouth touched the glowing veins, a shock ran up my arm, spreading warmth through every nerve in my body. The light from my veins got brighter until it reflected in the room. Behind me, I heard Zade curse under his breath. Roman moved forward, but I couldn’t move at all. Cassian’s eyes moved up to meet mine as his lips lingered on mine for a heartbeat longer than they should have. Then he spoke again. “Every Queen deserves her coronation.” And for one terrifying second, I believed him.