Gavriel Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

Elixir's POV Elixir was breathing fast. Her heart raced as she felt the air around her. It was thick and heavy, as if something was watching her. In front of her stood a golden throne. It shined brightly even in the dim light of the torches flickering around the room. The throne seemed to call to her. Not in words. Not in whispers. But in a way that pulled at her inner self. She moved forward cautiously. Her boots barely made a sound on the shiny black stone floor. As soon as her fingers touched the arm of the throne, flames burst to life on the walls. A strange orange glow filled the room.

I slowly placed the dishes on the table but something about Gabriel's new aura was different, he stared at me with no emotion, and when I smiled at him he frowned even more, like he was trying to fight something within him. "So Bethany, were you able to convince Alpha Gabriel?" Beta Brent asked to take a seat with them. "Yes." She said confidently, making me scoff in my mind. "I would be his Luna and bear him the male child the throne needs." She said, taking Gabriel's hands in hers and smiling at him. The queen also smiled. I picked up a plate and headed towards Beta Brent so I could also serve him some of the desserts. "So, is it true Gabriel?" His mother asked, making me walk even more sl

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

"What a nice meal this will be?" I stood still, not saying nothing as I continued to drown in the excruciating pain trying to tear me apart. "Goddess...please," I saw my own tears fall to the ground. "Moon goddess?" Grothok's laughter filled the coven. "That jive don't work here, lycan. I don't believe in such—" That throne. I need to destroy it. It's where his powers lie. It was gifted to him by the high demon Lucifer himself, according to Aunt Lyra. Behind his throne is the entrance to Azgaroth's territory.

--- Below Solara The Cradle of Crownless Thrones There is a place in Aetheria where no light dares crawl. Not because it cannot reach— Because it is not allowed. We call it a vault. It is not a prison. It is a graveyard. Nine thrones lie in that hollowed, bone-wrought pit. Burned, broken, scorched by betrayal. Cracked by prophecy. Soaked in the marrow of forgotten immortals. No name dares echo here. No song dares hum. But tonight— One throne stirs. Blackened antlers. Molten chain.

A courtier murmured, “It shattered… only the Boundborn can shatter the crystal.” High above the court, on the Throne of Bonefire, Gorvane sat still. The King of Murnokh. King Gorvane stayed motionless, his obsidian eyes pinned on Kaerith. The bone throne rose behind him like jagged fangs, its arms carved from the skulls of traitors. He didn’t move or speak, but Kaerith felt him. She felt him inside her like a smoke, creeping through her ribs and curling around her heart.

When was he able to force himself to break her spell? His life started with her but unfortunately, it never ended with her. "Doesn't the throne holds power?" She murmured "It does. But the real power lies in the one conquering it. It is the myth of the throne." He said as the event once again portrayed in his eyes. Unknowingly, the fear provoked in his heart as his grip on Astraea tightened a little. He could see her house now. It would only be a moment after which his night would end. He was pathetic, he knew that.

Here it is comrades; caged again was the princess. Call me Elena Brown, daughter of Alpha Brown ruling Dawn Moon Pack. I'm a princess, caged in the webs of my father till only the goddess knows. He doesn't want a daughter who screams dirty. He does not welcome his only daughter, who happened to be a princess but doesn't live like it dressing Omega-like; stinking, dirty and unkept. I manoeuvre my way all round my spacious, magnificent bedroom. Everything adorning my room screams wealth. The tilted floor; clean and sparkling. Laying before my eyes was a royal queen sized bed, comfy and spacious.