Romans & histoires First Book In Throne Of Glass Series

A second pulse shook the mountain—but this time, it didn’t throw her off balance. This time, it bowed. The throne’s magic slammed into her one final time—ruthless and unfiltered. Her spine arched as visions assaulted her: the founding of the mountain court, the coronation of the first queen, the wars, the betrayals, the fires. And at the center of it all—Serena, standing at the crossroads of history. When she opened her eyes, they glowed white. The throne stopped pulsing. Silence. And then—

But there was something else that caught her eyes. His eyes weren’t normal. They burned—truly burned. Like fire trapped within. Something inside Julianne trembled violently, like something locked deep away trying to force its way out. A strange warmth coursed through her veins, crawling up her neck and into her chest. Suddenly, she felt a spark inside her and she blinked immediately with widened eyes. Her breath hitched when she realized. She was looking at a dragonborn.

And with a wink he climbed the stairs. . . . Are you guys ready? Hopefully yes! If this is the first time you are reading my book, you have to read His Broken Princess before this and you can also read standalone- BRIDE TO BE and a completed Duo series CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTIVE ROMANCE and TRAPPED FOREVER- A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After. Thankyou ♡ A. Gupta

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there. Something moved in the glass. Not her. Not the room. Something just beyond the surface is leaning in. The same wrongness from her dorm. From the shadows that had thickened when she’d flared before. Something old. Patient. Watching. Her magic surged toward it like a tide. “No,” she gasped. She dropped to her knees. Pain ripped up her leg as she landed on the broken glass. Shard bit deep into her bare feet, into the skin beneath the robe’s hem. Warm wetness bloomed, soaking into the silk.

The scent of ozone and metal fills the air as ancient magic awakens. Liora moves between us, supporting Dawn's head as she brings the chalice to her bloodless lips. "Drink, light-bearer," she murmurs, tipping the vessel carefully. "Receive what is freely given." Dawn's throat works reflexively as the first drops pass her lips. For a terrifying moment, nothing happens—then her body convulses, back arching off the table, as the dragon blood hits her system. Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock.

Magic pulsed from the pages like a heartbeat. And staring right at me? A title written in old, curling ink: “Luna of the Cursed Moon” I blinked. Nope. No thank you. I wanted a self-care spell, not a prophecy. I tried to turn the page—except the book bit me. “No. Ohhh no. We are NOT doing this fate-destiny-cosmic-mate nonsense. I just cleaned up a glitter chicken with sass issues!” But too late. Magic curled from the page like smoke, surrounding me, whispering…

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

3rd person perspective It must be quite a sight to behold. The Crown Prince of the Wolves; The Leader of the Vamps; The Second Born Princess of The Wolves; The Witch Queen and The Gremlin General marching at the head of an army. They emerge from the forest and March down the hill towards an awaiting band of Angels. The army holts and Roy steps forward. “We wish to speak to The Daemonium.” His voice carries across the valley. Black shadows form around the training grounds and from them rises a Fae Male.