Fenrys Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

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.

The silver text on the glass floor shattered into a thousand jagged fragments, the heat from her core melting the surface of the mirrored pane beneath her boots as she forced herself to stand upright. ​"The layout you built is a fraud," Elara said, her voice dropping into that absolute, terrifyingly calm register that carried the collective weight of the ancient Aurelian throne. She pointed a glowing hand toward the massive iron printing cylinders rotating above her head. "Your High Editors are dead, and Lord Garrett’s arbiters have turned your ledger into a slaughterhouse. If you think you can lock me back into an amber tank while my brothers are executed on the high stairs, you're going to

Faiyaz turned his head away, his gaze fixing on the dark line of the window frame. “She is my best friend,” he said finally, his voice rough. “She has always been more than that,” Shayla said. “You knew it before she did, and you’ve just been waiting ever since.” She reached over, picking up an empty glass from the nightstand. “Just—stop letting Anastasia call the house. Dad is going to start planning a grand marquee wedding.” She walked out. Farisa set her cup down, stood up from the wicker chair, and lingered at the threshold for a second longer, her hand resting on the chrome door handle.

Merle and Shane barked rapid orders from beneath the metal canopy, ensuring that no man broke rank despite the overwhelming chaos raining down from the high windows and the shattered dome above. The acrid scent of burnt lavender and sulfur grew suffocatingly thick, threatening to choke us out as the dark entity on the throne laughed in triumph, believing the trap had finally closed around our throats. But even as the glass rained down and the very foundation of the keep groaned under the immense magical pressure, I refused to yield an inch of ground.

“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

I growled, my emerald-glass wings snapping open, the thorns weeping a glowing, defensive ichor. Fenris tilted his head, a "Tyler Perry" smirk playing on his lips—a look of amusement that felt like a death sentence. "The Heiress. The one who grew a garden on a graveyard. Do you really think your weeds can stop the winter?" He didn't shift. He didn't need to.

Chapter 37: Honesty's Victory Without waking his father, at the first peek of the sun over the furthest and lowest mountain, the Prince Fenn of the Tawny Clan set out to pour himself a glass of water from a pitcher that Layla had replaced the night before. While taking the first few gulps, he opened one of the large curtains, and he realised rather quickly that the fog that had crept in the night before had completely cleared. He could now see one of the other mountains of the city from here. Ringed from top to bottom, or bottom to top in the social class ordering system that the Raven's used.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.