Novel & Cerita Fenrys Throne Of Glass

“How wonderful it is to see you.” Griff and I waited at the foot of the stairs as Fenrir ascended, and I tilted my head up to take in the full majesty of the throne. It wasn’t just a gigantic hand that had curled to form seating. Suspended above it was the flaming skull of a giant, with a pair of horns that curved toward the ceiling, each shooting out bolts of lighting, and another set that pointed downward to where the two women sat. Fenrir paused halfway to the top. “Franklin, Cathwulf, come.”

They could smile at me all they wanted, and I would simply smile back. "Bring my niece here," Uisdean called from his gigantic throne. The throne was carved from obsidian and polished to look like glass. Uisdean sat in it casually; one arm draped over the table in front of him while he sipped from a goblet of wine. At least, I hoped it was wine. The wall behind him was covered in black, thorny, thick vines and hanging from them was a banner with a device embroidered on it, just like the one in the Twilight Castle. Except this device had a silver moon instead of a star and its background was completely black.

But it was Elara… It was Elara who walked into the heart of the fortress alone. The Throne of Nightglass sat untouched at the center of Kaer Nyx. No ruler had sat upon it since the last eclipse of the First Age. Its surface reflected not light, but truth—twisted, ancient, raw. When Elara approached, the flames behind her eyes flared. She sat. The stone did not burn her. It recognized her. And in that moment, every torch in the fortress lit with silver flame. Later, at the high table carved into the summit ledge, the final council met.

The hall fell silent, the storm of battle broken at last. Serenya lowered her hands, shards slipping through her fingers, her blood mingling with glass on the floor. She felt no triumph, only the weight of what had been lost. A crown of glass could shatter—but could it ever be remade? As silence deepened, Maelis Rowan, the seer, stepped forward from the shadows. Her voice, soft yet heavy with portent, echoed through the hall: “This was not the end, child. Shattered glass gives way to sharper edges. And those edges cut deeper still.”

Fenris asked Remus in a low voice, “The Eclipse is coming. We can’t afford any mistakes.” “Yes, I’m sure, Fenris,” Remus whispered back, “He is the prince of the northern reign. We’ll have a check of his mark.” “Marvelous. As soon as he’s dead, my men will attack the city, just as I promised.” Fenris was pleased. After one more small step, the northern throne would be his. His elder brother, Olcan, refused to wed any women since his luna died. Without a proper heir, Olcan would have to give the throne to him on the day of the Eclipse. All he had to do now was to kill his nephew. He had searched for him for years.

I knocked and walked in, knowing that Bryan would ignore me if I didn't. He was sitting behind a large desk, roughly pulling out pieces of glass from his palm. I quietly walked over to him, he knew I was there as he looked at me for a second before continuing to pull the glass out of his hand. I carefully grabbed his arms, stopping him. He looked at me questionably and I sighed sadly. "Can I look?" I received a nod in reply. I scanned my eyes over the skin and saw many small wounds and pieces of glass stuck deep in his palm.

His thumb stroked the soft skin just behind her ear, a gesture so unexpectedly tender it made her breath hitch. "You're a fool, Maya Lin," Fenris murmured, his voice dropping into that deep, possessive register that sent heat straight through her veins. "You should have run the moment you realized what I was." "I tried running," Maya whispered, lifting her head just enough to meet his gaze. They were inches apart, his cedar-and-ash scent completely wrapping around her, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. "You kept finding me." "And I will keep finding you," Fenris said, his storm-gray eyes darkening as his gaze dropped to her lips. "No matter where you hide, no matter what pack tries t

Below them, Fort Eisen's stained glass skylight rushes upward fast, the whole massive dome lit from within by dark, pulsing crimson that throbs steady like something alive and hungry beneath the ice. The glass itself depicts a scene rendered in centuries-old craftsmanship, twin crescent moons crushing an ancient white wolf beneath an iron heel, and even at speed the image lands ugly and deliberate, propaganda cast in colored glass and left burning over a throne room for forty years. Dark runes snake across every reinforced pane, humming audible even through the scream of the wind, boundary magic stolen and repurposed into something that reads less like protection and more like a leash. "Fern

"Keep your light close to mine. If the void attempts to separate us, burn it to ash." Lyra leaned into the palm of his hand, her own rising to cover his, her golden eyes reflecting the fierce, unwavering love of his soul. We've shattered dark kings and old alchemy, Caelum, and mountains falling down. A frozen tomb will not keep us apart." Hand in hand, with young Valen safely anchored between them, the Sovereign family descended into the yawning maw of the Glacial Throne. The interior of the Glacial Throne was a cathedral of absolute silence and terrifying grandeur.

I smelled the iron and the spice on him, and for a second, the vacuum in my chest filled up. “You did neuter him. Only he’s not there anymore." “Fenris,”I growled. “Hey,” He said, hands up in surrender, then he smiled, and pinched my cheek, rubbing it between his thumb and index fingers. “Why should you care? Let them think it," Fenris rumbled. "As long as they're afraid of you, they aren't looking at the cracks in me. You saved the throne today, Sera." I closed my eyes, leaning into his heat. I thought about Mina, alone in my room. Getting my hand dirty was already costing me a friend. How much am I supposed to lose before it’s enough?