Fenrys Throne Of Glass นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“She already has.” Calyx hesitated. “Then what do we do?” “We fight for her,” Kael growled. “Even if she hates me, I’ll fight for her soul. Because whatever Valen’s offering… it comes with a price.” Scene Shift – The Frozen Throne Valen led Elira to a towering throne made of ice and ash. At its base, a burning crown pulsed with light. “This belonged to your mother,” Valen said. “Now it belongs to you.”

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.

Her bottom lip quivers and I see her eyes sparkle once more, filling with tears she isn’t allowing to fall. Fenrir turns away from her and I see him grab a nine-tail whip, which consists of nine individual rope ends with silver hooked blades at the end to break skin. The silver isn’t toxic to her, so it shouldn’t poison her. Then he places a big clear glass jar with black thick liquid inside. Obsidian. He dips the silver blades into it, coating them in the black liquid. She closes her eyes and I hear her let out a deep breath as he makes his way behind her. He raises his arm and with the first crack, her head flies up and her eyes glow gold. I see her clench her jaw, not letting a single noi

As she passed, the rotating shards of glass trailed her, a halo of lethal, reflective teeth. She stopped before the throne”the high, gothic seat of power where the Vampire Council had sat for centuries, orchestrating the slow, calculated harvest of the city. She reached out, her fingers elongating, the skin splitting to reveal the synthetic silver filaments that now pulsed with a rhythmic, heartbeat-like violet light. With a flick of her wrist, she tore the throne from its foundations.

“Girls! Enough whispering. Selene, try to act like a proper Moonbane omega tonight. For once.” I turned and gave her my best polite nod. “Of course, Aunt Ysara.” She gave me a look like she didn’t believe me for one second before sweeping out of the room. Liora leaned in close, whispering like a little devil on my shoulder. “She didn’t say anything about sneaking wine.” I blinked. “Please tell me you didn’t.” She grinned and tapped her clutch. “A full flask. We’re going to survive this night.” The journey to the neutral lands—lush forest territory claimed by no pack—was filled with stiff silence, fake smiles, and the uncomfortable tension of trying not to breathe too loud next to people who’

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

And in a voice as old as the stars, she said: > “Then choose, flamechild. Sit the throne—or watch your twin take your place.” --- Silence. Theron trembled. Selene felt her heart split. And then— He turned. And walked away from the throne. “No,” he said. The realm trembled. The Queen laughed—once. And vanished in fire. --- The throne cracked. The girl disappeared like smoke. The realm pulsed once—twice— And began to collapse. --- Kael grabbed Selene’s hand. “Go!” They ran—Elira holding Theron’s hand, Rowan and Naeria shielding them with bursts of raw magic as the mirror realm crumbled behind them.

Entombed within a towering block of solid, crystalline ice behind the throne was a majestic, ancient figure—a she-wolf progenitor clad in armour of pure silver, her eyes frozen open in a stare of pure, ancient authority. As Clara stepped forward, carrying the baby, a single drop of royal hybrid blood from the infant's foot dripped onto the stone pedestal before the throne. The block of ice let out a loud, terrifying crack. A deep female voice, ancient and resonant, vibrated in their minds: ""The blood of gold and fire has returned... The throne stirs.