Fenrys Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

The goblet shattered in his hand, but he didn’t so much as flinch at the sting of glass piercing his palm. Crimson wine ran down his fingers like blood, dripping onto the obsidian armrest of his throne. The air thickened, oppressive, charged with his fury. He leaned forward slowly, claws digging deep into the throne’s armrests until cracks spider-webbed through the black stone. His eyes glowed faintly, a savage light burning within them, the kind of fire that promised ruin to anyone foolish enough to stand against him.

Both Zinjo and Aurelia went lion in front of the lord, who clapped excitedly, "Oh what a magnificent display. This is why I got into the knowledge business for discoveries such as this one." "Lord Bathory, might I remind you I am the Princess of Shadowfen and Zinjo is my future husband. We are not things for you to study and catalog, although if you asked Zinjo he'd be more than happy to tell you about Kiazangi when we have time." "I suppose with Lebende Dunkelheit running around we should focus on putting him back in the bottle." "There is more than one Dunkelheit running around," Zinjo said. "Impossible, the only one welcomed came from a bottle stolen by Redford, head of the royal guard,"

The front table is the only one that is in use; the maids hover around it while they wait for orders. There are various reasons why my heart falters. The royal family is seated right there, to start with. As in... SITTING THERE, on high-backed black chairs upholstered in deep purple velvet. They are rapidly absorbed by my eyes. They really are just as the legends have depicted them. Galen, the king, had golden eyes and hair that's jet black. With her ice-blue eyes and beautiful brown hair, Queen Selene exudes grace and elegance.

“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.

His eyes burned with an unholy fervor, an embodiment of his insatiable thirst for power. "Welcome, Ascendants," "Welcome, Ascendants," Damien sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence. "I've been expecting you. How fitting that you've come to witness the culmination of my grand design." Amelia's voice rang out, filled with unwavering resolve. "Your twisted ambitions end here, Damien. The crystal will never serve your insidious purposes." Damien's laughter reverberated through the chamber, chilling the air. "Oh, my dear Ascendants, you still don't comprehend the magnitude of the power at my disposal. The crystal's energy will grant me dominion over all realms, and no force in existence can

She needed an uninterrupted line of sight for that spell to work. So she resigned herself to another spell, the last spell she learned from The Tower, before she returned home. Cassana waved her arms and with another incantation, the broken glasses on the floor rose up and coalesced right above her, forming the shape of a serpent. She pointed her staff towards the misty mass in front of her and the glass serpent lurched towards it. If she was lucky, one of the thousand fragments of glass would find its way on the drow's neck and slice it open, ending her life right there.

"Smelling of grease and salt, dragging your broken king behind you. You have traveled ten thousand miles just to die in a room that is too clean for you to even breathe in." Audrey stood her ground, her hand reaching out for Lucas’s shoulder to steady herself. "The cleanliness is a lie, Aurielle. I saw the 'Roots.' I saw the creatures you’ve been starving in the dark to keep your mirrors shining. Your 'Radiance' is just a debt you’ve pushed onto the rest of the world." The Throne Room was a massive parabolic dome, the ceiling made of a single, colossal lens that focused the sun’s rays into a central "Spark." This Spark was the heart of the Sun-Forge, the source of the power that could turn c

Veyra had decided to sneak off to go find the mirror stone on her own. Unknown to her Lioren had seen her and followed through. The entrance to the ruins of Fenwyre loomed before them—massive, vine-draped pillars carved with glyphs older than any spoken tongue. Veyra felt the air shift as she stepped across the threshold. It was like walking into memory. The stone beneath her bare feet pulsed faintly with a magic not her own, yet not entirely foreign either.

"A King who cannot shift is no King at all. And a Queen who carries a bastard has no throne." Fenris signaled his men. They moved in with heavy, silver-lined chains, different from the ones at the Citadel. These were designed to damp the Shadow spark permanently. I reached for the silver fire in my blood, but the exhaustion of the journey hit me like a physical blow. The light flickered in my palms and died. I was empty. "Take the man," Fenris commanded. "And leave the woman and the child to the winter. If the boy is truly a Primal, the ice won't kill him. If he’s a Dud... the crows will have a feast."