Fenrys Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

"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.

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.”

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.

A wine glass lay shattered on the floor of Eldon Kingdom’s palace. “What do you mean you lost her?!” Fenris’s voice roared, silent yet raging like thunder. Even the elders dared not utter a word or break the silence in the meeting hall. They sat unmoving, holding their breath.

"Come down and surrender now, and I promise to make your death quick. Resist, and I will feed your heart to my hounds while you still have the breath to scream!" I felt the hidden rage within me begin to boil, a molten heat that threatened to melt the very marrow of my bones. But then, Fenris reached into a leather satchel at his side. He pulled out a circle of ancient, battered gold. It was covered in dark, dried blood. Some of its main rubies had been forcefully removed from their settings.

Even when she was in agony, bleeding and broken, she had still been willing to be near him, to stay by his side. Not because she had submitted. Because she loved him. And him? His very presence had been agony for her. And that was before he'd even started the years of monstrous torment. "Oh god…" Fenris collapsed to the floor, his hands clutching his head. "Oh god… what have I done…" "Do you want to know what the Silverthorn feels like?" The witch produced a small vial from her cloak. It was filled with a shimmering silver liquid. "This is one ten-thousandth of a dose."

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