Elide Throne Of Glass の小説・ストーリー

The members of the council, however, started rising one by one. “Elyria is unfit to rule this kingdom,” Lord Karth yelled, and the next thing I knew, General Darius came charging in with an army of soldiers, completely disrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the ceremony. Swords were drawn at my family and me from different angles, and that was when I realized what was happening. “It’s a coup!” I yelled, but it was too late. Elowene stepped into the centre and began casting spells on the arena as the villagers ran around in a scared frenzy. Her magic stopped us from being able to move.

Layla grabbed her phone from her pocket, checking the screen. A message appeared that read: Welcome, Initiate. You now stand among the chosen descendants and the blessed of Olympus. Elysium Academy exists beyond mortal reach, hidden in the cradle of the gods’ last sanctuary. Here, divine bloodlines are trained to master their inherited gifts and to uphold the Balance between the mortal and immortal realms. The Six Great Houses of Elysium • House of Zeus – The Stormborn: Commanders of sky and lightning. Natural leaders; their power fuels both creation and destruction.

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

They disappeared into a back room and came back carrying trays lined with silver wine glasses. They placed the glasses on the edge of the stage and another Zeta filled the glasses halfway with a purplish liquid that I recognized as wolfsbane. I stood watching the three Swiss Alphas as the electricity still sparked in my hands and I had this sudden urge to kill them. “Gentlemen, step forward and accept your fate, empty your glass and suffer the consequences of your actions,” Nino said as we stood in front of the guilty.

“She was outside my father’s chambers last night. She had a vial in her hand…some kind of herb, I think. When I confronted her, she ran.” “She’s lying!” I screamed. “I was never…” “Enough!” Alpha Greaves slammed his fist on the table, and the room fell silent. He looked at me, his expression disgusted. “Elysia Belrose. You stand accused of attempted seduction and drugging of an Alpha King. These are crimes punishable by death.” My knees buckled. Death. He was going to kill me. “However,” he continued, “given your… circumstances, the council has decided to show mercy.”

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

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

The throne room was silent, too silent. The air itself seemed to tremble, thick with something unnatural. Every torch flickered low, burning blue instead of gold. Elara stood by the steps of the dais, her pulse drumming against her throat as she watched Kael. He sat on his throne, one hand clenched around the armrest hard enough to splinter it. His eyes — once red like blood and fire — now glowed darker, like burning coals drowning in ash.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---