Fenrys Throne Of Glass นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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.

The thing weighed nearly twenty pounds, and the old injury in my arm was already throbbing again. Just six steps away from the main table, Anrina suddenly stretched out one foot and hooked it against my ankle. I fell forward instantly. The champagne tower crashed to the ground with a deafening explosion. Glass shattered everywhere. I slammed hard into the sea of razor-sharp shards. Pieces of glass pierced my palms, my forearms, my knees. Leon rushed over immediately. He grabbed the screaming Anrina first and pulled her tightly into his arms before finally lowering his gaze to me, covered in blood on the floor.

"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

"I have my ways, it's a very simple process. You just need to break someone down and rebuild them back up. It's not a pleasant process to go through, but it is a necessary one." Fenrir finds himself slowly drifting off into a deep sleep. However, it doesn't take long for him to wake up again, but something's wrong. He finds slowly regaining consciousness in a strange place, everything is still blurry as he tries to strain his eyes to see more clearly. 'It looks like I'm in some kind of building. It didn't feel like I passed out for very long.' As his vision clears up he can finally see that he is in some sort of an old mansion. The main staircase is split into two and reconnects at the secon

"Trust is a strong word. But I do offer you a solution, a means to level that field. Finn has Maya. You need a power that can rival her Moonsinging." "What power?" "The Obsidian Throne." He paused as if he wanted the words to register in my heart before he continued. "The Obsidian Throne holds power beyond imagination, almost equivalent to the Moon Goddess herself; that is why it is the seat of power in your world. The power from it could nullify Finn's control over Maya and give you the strength to crush him once and for all." The throne, ancient, untamed, forged in the blood of the first Lycan. Its power was immense, and my grandfather would always swear by it.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

He had backed away, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his emerald eyes wide with a fear he could no longer hide. "You... you are a monster," Thorne whispered. "I am the Empress," I corrected, the red-gold scales on my neck glowing with a lethal brilliance. "And your silver is too weak to hold the truth." I looked toward the Southern forest, where the scent of jasmine and silver was strongest. I could hear the hearts of the slaves beating in time with mine. I could feel their hunger for the freedom they had forgotten was theirs to claim. "Lord Julian said the pups in the South are being born with wine-colored eyes," I said, turning back to the Council. "They aren't a corruption, Thorne. They

The colossal sentinel trees had been completely stripped of their organic life, their trunks and sprawling branches transformed into a translucent, brittle glass that caught the pale morning light and fractured it into thousands of cold, blinding needles. Towering over the valley floor was the main western gate of the Glen—a pair of massive, sixty-foot valves forged from heavy, enchanted glass and reinforced with silver veins. Running upward from the tips of those gates, stretching across the entirety of the horizon like an inverted ocean, was the Aegis of Glass. The ward was visible to the naked eye, a continuous, shimmering dome of iridescent purple and gold energy that hummed with a low,

"It was on the cell next to them. Haven't I told you? They took it with them, I'm sure of it. Those stinky rats. . ." "It only works on a living host, does it?" Sherfy asked, hugging a clipboard on her chest while examining the strange object in front of her. On top of the table seats a glass jar filled with glowing water, containing a single eye, tumbling up and down with a little motion. "Don't you worry, Sherfy. That woman cannot see us, right, Nelisa?" Serina, who is comfortably resting on a couch, spoke. A young girl, opposite her place, turned to her.