Gavriel Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

"Show proper respect." "I am a prince of the Federation," Caelum replied quietly, his voice carrying despite its softness. "I kneel for no one but my queen." The guard's grip tightened on his weapon. "You're cattle now, boy. Best remember that." The hall stretched impossibly high, carved from volcanic stone that seemed to drink the light from massive chandeliers. Stained glass windows depicted scenes of vampire victory—humans kneeling, blood flowing like rivers, pale figures standing triumphant over battlefields. The artistry was undeniable, but the message was clear: this was what happened to those who opposed the Crimson Dominion.

The white crust turned to a sea of glass. King Silas’s staff shattered. The Void-Marrow within it hissed. It evaporated. It couldn’t exist in the presence of a Celestial. The King fell to his knees. His eyes were wide. The black rot on his hands was painfully cauterized by the light. “The Void has no place in the cradle of the sun, " Helios said. His voice gained the weight of thunder. He turned back to me. His golden eyes searched mine. "You have the Moon's crown.. Your heart is filled with the Earth's dust, Elowen. You have suffered much for a pack.”

Her last few words stayed with me: "Ethan, I love you and believe in you, and even if I had to come back to life a thousand times, I would choose you, and if we are ever reborn, come find me and know that I am always waiting for you. Those words hit me hard—and then she vanishes. The battlefield dissolves, and suddenly, I’m standing in the grand throne hall of the palace I used to call home. The golden walls shimmer in the sunlight, banners of Ether proudly hanging above the court. My father, King Gainos, is on his throne—strong and noble, his armor still showing the signs of battle. His crown shines like firelight, and next to him is my grandmother, Queen Dowager Lunice, regal and icy, her

Old magic, meant to deter or disorient trespassers. The world around me melted. The rocks, the trees, the distant peaks—all dissolved into a blinding, white marble hall. It was a throne room, vast and empty. And there he was. Damon. But not my Damon. This one sat on a throne of glittering, fused crystal—the complete Holy Grail. He wore robes of absolute black, and his expression was one of glacial, detached power. In his hand, he casually held a smaller, glowing shard, the final piece.

“Gabriel spent the last century on Earth. He speaks fluent human slang. And refuses to stop.” Gabriel grins. “Y’all capping. Drag me all you want. But you’re just too cheugy to keep up.” “Oh, shut up, Gabe,” Michael mutters. Then to us: “What he’s trying to say is—when you became Thrones, you didn’t just gain power. You inherited directives. Thrones exist to right wrongs and enforce balance between belief and blasphemy. You’re built to sense violations of divine law—lying, taking the Lord’s name in vain, breaking commandments. And you’re built to respond. But since you can’t, that rage simmers inside.”

I just looked at her. “Do you want me to call Robin to confirm that?” She asked but I didn’t answer. I just took a deep breath because it’s unfair that she knows all about me. She snapped her fingers and the wine and the wine glass for two appeared on the table. She opened the wine and poured on the glasses and she gave the other one to me. She lift her glass and said, “Cheers” “What for?” I asked after I lifted the glass that she gave me. “For finding you, for finding another fallen angel” She answered and drank the wine in her glass. I drank the wine and it made me ask for more because it really tasted good and I had never tasted a wine like this one before.

She approved. “She lived in a tower,” he said. “A very tall one. With big windows that looked out over the whole city.” “Was she sad.” He paused. “She was — waiting,” he said carefully. “For something. She did not know what yet. But she was waiting.” Liyana absorbed this. “Then?” “Then a prince came.” “Was he strong?” “Very.” “Was he nice?” A pause. “He was — learning to be,” Raiyan said quietly.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

Inside the forbidden region territory, in a place so far away from the palace that it was almost hidden was a castle, inside the castle was located a throne-like seat room, ontop of the throne was a seating a young male, with a long silver hair, eyes and eyesbrows, he wore silver robe that was dazzling in the chandelier, his body was glowing and he was very handsome, down below the throne were seven male and a female making them eight, they where seating in a crystal white high seats facing each other but their eyes that moment was on the male on the throne. "Lord elder Raphael, what do you think we should do?, I heard that the new ruler made it a must that we lord-angels must attend his cor

But Pippa pulls hard on my hand, tugging me back and making me fall silent when she looks into my face. “Is Gabriel going to die?” she asks, her voice tight. My brows raise because…this is not a woman who is scared for her childhood friend asking me. Quickly, Pippa shakes her head, her mouth a thin line. “Elias is next in line to the throne behind him, Ariel,” she snaps. “And I do not want to be a Queen.”