Fenrys Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

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.

ALEC. The smell of colours and perfumes hit my nostrils first upon setting foot outside the palace, and inside the kingdom of Serenacia. The scene in front of me beautiful and adoring, as I watch the people of Serenacia roam around with such happiness and delight in them, as they walk from one shop to another, buying their accessories for the upcoming event, which is the people's ceremony. I continue to watch them as the vendors who sell decorations and wears, are the ones to mostly get the populated customers, followed by the shops selling colours and perfumes.

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.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

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."

"Let her watch the lowlands drown from her seat." ​The grand throne room is a landscape of humiliation. ​The high, cracked glass windows look out over a lower courtyard that is entirely consumed by fire and blood, the black liquid shadow of Clyde’s wolf-spirit thrashing against a sea of western iron below. I am shoved onto the cold obsidian throne, my silver-cuffed wrists resting heavily on the stone armrests, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the silver poison burns through my skin. ​Diana paces before the dais, her grey silk kirtle trailing in the dust, her eyes fixed on the low, beautiful curve of my stomach. Malakai’s spies were thorough; she knows exactly why my fire is broken

We reached the end of the forest and he put me down, but before I could see more than a pair of abs, someone pulled a bag over my head and everything went black! Fynn’s POV I knew that dhampirs were beautiful, and I had been warned that this one was right at the top of that list, but I never expected her to take my breath away. I watched her fight but she was so damn fast that I didn’t have much time before I realized it was almost over. When it became clear that not a single one of my guys was going to make it out of this fight alive, I had to grab her and get out of there. What none of those bloodsuckers realized was that we were there for her. We had been looking at the castle for many ye

Rafael said as he moved slightly to the left, and I realized that he was trying to position himself between us and the barrel of her gun. "It doesn't matter why you are here because the Architects are already gone and the Legacy Council is about to inherit a mountain of rubble, so if you want that serum then you are going to have to give me the drive that Lucien is carrying," she demanded, and the sound of a massive explosion from the floor above made the tiles on the wall start to crack and fall.

Her smile gone. “This trial is yours, Freya. You must face it alone.” I trembled back, gripping the dagger tighter. “I won’t give in.” She raised her brow. “You already are.” And then everything shifted. The forest melted. The sky cracked open. I was standing in the ruins—but they were whole again. Glorious. Lit with golden fire before me, stood a throne carved from bone and obsidian. Empty. I heard footsteps behind me—but when I turned, it wasn’t Finnick.