Fenrys Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

“She already has.” Calyx hesitated. “Then what do we do?” “We fight for her,” Kael growled. “Even if she hates me, I’ll fight for her soul. Because whatever Valen’s offering… it comes with a price.” Scene Shift – The Frozen Throne Valen led Elira to a towering throne made of ice and ash. At its base, a burning crown pulsed with light. “This belonged to your mother,” Valen said. “Now it belongs to you.”

And she would watch. Far beneath the earth, in the Obsidian Glades of the Dark Elves, Prince Veyrin stood in the Hall of Black Glass. Torches of cold blue flame reflected endlessly in polished obsidian walls, turning the chamber into an infinite night sky. His skin was the deep indigo of midnight, hair black as void and braided with silver chains. His armor—black leather and mithril—already bore the ceremonial cloak of deep purple, embroidered with silver spiders and crescent moons.

Dangerous in all boring ways. Aloud, she said, “I’ll do my best not to drag your reputation through the mud.” Langford’s mouth didn’t curve, but something in her eyes did. “You will not find this institution easily dragged, Miss Sombra.” They walked beneath a high window, where winter light slanted in and caught the edge of Althea’s ring. Obsidian drank the brightness, gold flashing a brief, sharp halo. Langford’s gaze brushed it, then moved deliberately on. People pretended not to see the things that made them uncomfortable.

At the far end of the hall, elevated on a triple-tiered stone dais, sat the throne. It was not gold. It carried no velvet cushions or delicate filigree like the throne Ethan had boasted of in the Shadow Moon packhouse. It was a massive, jagged monolith of solid volcanic glass—polished obsidian so dark and sharp it looked like a frozen shard of midnight torn from the earth. "Every inch," Brida barked, pointing her thick finger across the vast, empty sea of stone. "Start at the doors and work your way to the foot of the dais. Don't leave a single droplet of grease, or you'll scrub it twice tomorrow."

The Obsidian Throne Room was quiet except for the soft crackle of black candles and the occasional drip of wax onto marble. Elias Nightshade lounged in the massive chair carved from volcanic glass and bone, one leg draped lazily over the armrest, a crystal goblet of blood wine balanced on his fingers. The liquid inside swirled slow and dark, spiced with something older than most of his court could remember. To anyone who didn’t know him, he would have looked like a king at ease, beautiful in that deadly way vampires were, midnight hair falling loose around sharp cheekbones, crimson eyes half lidded, lips stained red.

The glass decanter on the side table shattered into a thousand crystal shards, the lightbulbs in the ceiling flickered and popped in a shower of sparks, plunging the study into a bruised, smoky twilight. "What... what did you..." Kaelen wheezed, stumbling back against the mahogany desk, wweat broke out on his brow, his skin flushing a dark, angry red as his own blood boiled under the sudden pressure of his unfiltered power. "I gave you back what belongs to you," I whispered, walking toward him, I wasn't afraid. I was the only thing in the world he couldn't burn, "You want to be a King? Then carry the weight of the Zenith Crown yourself, I’m taking the only thing that actually kept you sane,

Lucien stiffened, “My lord—” “You will not touch her... “ I said evenly, “.... You will not hunt her, and you will not think... Of claiming her power... “ My gaze locked onto his, “... Anything concerning the girl is mine to decide” Lucien bowed his head immediately, “As you command my lord”. The forest then shifted, I scented it, rotting hunger, madness in disguise. *Ferals* Seven of them. “They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow.

The scene changed again. We were in the suite in the villa. He heard me pounding on the door with all my strength, screaming for help until my voice broke. He clutched his head, shaking. "No… That's not how it was… I didn't…" The scene shifted once more. It was the night before the final exams. Wendy came to me with red, tearful eyes, begging me to help her cheat. I refused without hesitation, and then, everything unfolded, from how she found those thugs, how she staged it all, how she framed me step by step.

"I really hope we can be like real sisters from now on." "Go on, take it," Fenris urged. "She went through a lot of trouble for this." "Yeah, see what's inside," Caspian added. I mechanically reached out and took the glass box. But the second my fingers brushed the surface, a white-hot, agonizing pain seared through my palms. Liquid silver. The box was coated in high-purity liquid silver. My instincts took over and I dropped it. The glass box shattered against the floor, shards flying everywhere.

"Hmm Angel, It's nice to here again. I couldn't have you endure this torment again and so I called out to the Goddess. She and other gods trapped him in the form of the Prince. The price was I rest and not look for you and so I did. The Prince came forth essentially blocking the god. However, he was still drawn to find you. He doesn't know the reasons why, but he did and as I was informed made you queen." The man in the robes takes a vial out of his pocket. He pours the contents into a glass. Then bites his wrist dripping his blood into it. "Majesty, That was a vile of your blood I found in your chamber before.... Well you'll see. I've mixed my blood. I've always kept an eye on you at the ma