Elide Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

Every person gained a path. Every path became a possibility. Every possibility became a choice. The crowned woman screamed. "No!" Her body began dissolving. Elara looked at her. "You were never supposed to rule." The woman stared at her. "Then what am I?" Elara smiled sadly. "Another possibility." The woman disappeared. The throne shattered. Elias fell to his knees. Elara rushed toward him. "Elias!" He looked up. His silver eyes were glowing. But behind them— something else was awakening.

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.

Emmy has spent her life believing she understands where she belongs: beneath the protection of King Xander, the wolf king who raised her as his own, and within a kingdom that has always been her home. But on the eve of her twentieth birthday, everything she knows begins to unravel. When a mysterious amethyst amulet awakens a power buried deep within her, Emmy discovers that her fate is tied to something far older—and far more dangerous—than the kingdom she loves. The ancient dragon king, Ignisvath, has returned from the shadows, and his connection to Emmy is not one that can be explained away as coincidence. As whispers of war spread through the kingdoms and the Dragon King’s presence grow

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

Her jaw tightened as she traced the lines of territory slipping away like sand through fingers. Eloria Thorne entered without knocking, her crimson cloak damp with rain. The rival princess’s dark hair clung to her cheeks, and her eyes gleamed like polished steel. “You’ve summoned me, Serenya. I trust this isn’t another lecture about loyalty. I’ve already risked enough to stand here without a blade in my back.” Serenya didn’t look up. “It’s not a lecture. It’s a proposition.” That earned a raised brow. Eloria removed her gloves one finger at a time, deliberate as a predator uncoiling. “A proposition from the hidden heiress who’s too cautious to declare her throne openly?”

Everyone was waiting for me. Eldric is seated across the Spiritfang—who despite his blindness sits powerfully at the head of the table. Thalos Greymane is seated at my father’s left side. I am to marry his daughter. His wife is seated right beside him, Thalindra Greymane. Eira Wolfshade and Kaelen Throneclaw are the remaining two Elders that complete this table, and it has been this way for the longest time. All chosen by the Moonspirit.