Fenrys Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all— A dark throne made of bones and iron. Upon it sat the Bloodfang Alpha. He was massive. Armored in obsidian plates. Eyes glowing the color of molten ember. His presence filled the air like poisonous smoke. Tiara tried to move...but her feet sank into the ground as if rooted. She could only watch. The Bloodfang Alpha rose from the throne and lifted a black blade dripping with wolfsbane, tainted blood. “Moon’s child…” his voice rumbled like thunder. “I know you see me.”

My gold-ringed eyes were fixed on the valley below, where a new shadow was moving through the silver lilies of the Fringe with a speed that defied the traditional lupine shift. That shadow was Fenris. My grandson was no longer the glowing infant of the lunar colony; he was a young adult who stood as a living bridge between every world we had ever touched. He was taller than Leo, his charcoal-grey fur shot through with streaks of iridescent, pearlescent white that shimmered like stars caught in a storm. His eyes were the most striking clinical feature: deep, amethyst pits that held the golden ring of the healer and the silver flash of the king.

"The Forge took everything I had left. Let me do one thing right. Let me be the lock." "Fenris, you don't have to—" "I do," he said, looking at me with a tenderness he had never shown the scrawny girl in the packhouse. "I was the one who broke the first world. Let me be the one who saves the new one." Fenris didn't wait. He lunged into the whirlwind of energy, grabbing the silver sarcophagus with his bare hands. The Red Blood and the Emerald light began to incinerate him, but he didn't let go. He drove his silver broadsword—the one that had been the symbol of my oppression—into the heart of the glass.

Dawn’s pale light spilled through the shattered windows of the Silver Fang Citadel, but the crimson eclipse that draped the sky lent every surface a sickly red sheen. Nyra stood on the threshold of the throne room, her breath ragged, heart pounding like the drums of war. Selene, Ryker, and Kaelan flanked her, war‑torn and bruised... yet unbowed. Before them, something impossible gleamed: an obsidian mirror, freestanding in the marble antechamber. Its surface drank the red light, swallowing it into depths that seemed to shift and ripple. It had not been there yesterday.

She set it dead center on the desk. "The divine will see his sins," Veda muttered, looking at the glowing, milky stone. "But a god's judgment is slow. We need swift consequence. His soldiers must see the horrors he committed on the Whisper Wind land with their own eyes. We need a prism to project the memories. Glass born of this house." Fennigan looked at his brother. "Jax. The ballroom." Jax sprinted out of the study, his boots echoing frantically down the long hallway. Less than a minute later, he returned, breathless, clutching a massive, fist-sized teardrop crystal of antique cut glass ripped clean off the center chandelier.

I crushed it in my hand, letting the pieces fall. "They think I am sitting on a stolen throne," I whispered. "I think it’s time I showed them who the real thief is." As we prepared to leave, I saw a lone figure watching us from the courtyard below. It was Fenris. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. For the first time, there was no hate in his gaze, only a profound, echoing fear. Even he knew that the monsters coming out of the dark were far worse than a forgotten girl seeking revenge.

Ava reached out, her fingers wrapping around her glass to take a drink. DANGER. Fenris growled violently. I moved before I could even think. My hand struck the goblet from her fingers. It shattered against the table, wine splashing like blood across. Where it touched the tray, the metal melted and black smoke spread leaving a burnt hole. Screams erupted. Chairs scraped. Blades drawn.

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

Rosa piped up then, "Don, doesn't my word mean anything?" Sebastian, who usually spoiled Rosa rotten, shot her a look that could freeze lava, signaling her to zip it. He then signaled to a bodyguard, who brought over a check for $100,000. With a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, Sebastian handed me the check, making a promise. "Elena, you may have stepped away from the family business, but your dedication hasn't gone unnoticed. You'll get what's rightfully yours, just give me a little time."

"What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us." She rolled her eyes at him. "All of this will eventually end up in Mo's manor—I'm just looking at them a little earlier than planned! What's the big deal?" I wasn't in a hurry to get the pearl back. Instead, I asked the chamberlain, "Did Her Majesty mention what would happen if someone else touched these things?" "Yes, she did. She said that whoever tried to steal the gifts would immediately be thrown behind bars and punished." I tilted m