Gavriel Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

“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.

Elara barely had time to pull Vesper back before a wraith lunged from the mist, claws slicing the air where he’d been standing. It wasn’t just any wraith. Its skin was blackened like burned flesh, but its eyes… its eyes glowed the same eerie blue as the throne’s magic. Her breath hitched. No. That’s impossible. The wraith tilted its head, sensing her hesitation. Then it spoke—its voice a horrible, guttural echo that didn’t belong in this world. “Blood of the throne,” it rasped. “You cannot run from us.” The air froze. Vesper and Lucian moved at the same time.

Luna Eero shook her head. “I am sure that throne room only exists in my dreams. Maybe I am just excited about the day to come when I'll see Claudius on the realm's throne, hence why I am dreaming of it. I often think about it.” “Or perhaps there's a throne room that awaits your presence,” I said in a low voice. “What is it, Cielo?” She asked curiously. “I said tell me more about this throne room,” I tempted her. “There's a huge stained-glass window behind the throne itself. The throne was made of uhm gold and on the backrest of it was a howling head of a dire wolf.”

Serenya took the first step inside. The throne room glowed with braziers, though the light only sharpened shadows clinging to the gilded pillars. Thalric Veynor sat upon the throne itself, his lips curling into a predator’s smile as his black eyes fixed on her. He rose, his voice echoing across marble. “Ah, the ghost returns.” He spread his arms, mockery dripping from every syllable. “We had begun to think the last Vale blood had gone to ash. But here you stand—Serenya Vale, child of twilight.”

Today, they took this walk together, and to her, the thrones awaiting them at the end were not half as important as the man next to her. Yes, the thrones. Once different like day and night, one black, one gold, they were now a matching pair. Nathaniel had made himself clear in this regard: Katherine's throne had to be just as big as his own and of similar form. Yet the craftsman had taken his freedom on the material, surprising everyone. Beside the obsidian throne with the sharp black icicles on top, stood a throne out of glass. Minuscle diamonds, inlaid in the lean, fractured the sunlight that shone through the windows on the left and filled the whole, formerly dark hall with sparkles of li

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.

My broad shoulders were held straight, and my sharp silver eyes burned with a cold, terrifying light of judgment. Sitting on the thrones beside me were my two brothers and fellow mates. Gabriel sat on my right, his massive arms crossed over his broad chest, his golden hazel eyes fixed on the floor below like a hungry predator. Jacob sat on my left, his emerald green eyes sharp and cold, his usual cheerful laugh completely gone. Standing right beside my central throne, wearing her elegant midnight-blue silk dress, was Vivian.

Until now. And the stunt with the water and wine? Calculated. He was sure of it. A distraction, a deflection. She was hiding something. His grip tightened on the glass. Alexander was always the favourite, the golden boy. Now he was trying to cement his status with this...this imposter. Not on Nathan's watch. Nathan sank into his chair, mind racing. There was more to this than just some social-displaying girlfriend. No, Isabella Taylor reeked of secrets. Secrets that could unravel everything he had worked for.

And pushing him when he’s in that mood usually ends with someone getting thrown out a window. So I exhale slowly and turn toward the massive throne doors instead. “Tomas,” I say. The vampire straightens instantly. “Yes, Princess.” “I guess, let’s go.” The enormous doors creak open as the guards pull them apart, sunlight spilling into the corridor beyond. It’s bright outside the throne room, the long hallways lined with tall windows and colored glass that paint the stone floors in streaks of gold and crimson. Tomas falls into step beside me as the doors shut behind us with a deep boom.

“Take off your shirts.” Gabriel’s eyes widened, and he lowered his head, embarrassed by his body covered in slowly healing bruises. “Take off.” Gabriel swallowed and slowly removed his shirt, his cheeks reddening with shame. “Sorry, I have many wounds…” he weakly muttered, covering his chest. “Don’t hide it. It’s beautiful.” Gabriel’s eyes widened, and he slowly lowered his arms, his fist clenched slightly as he didn’t feel this kind of feeling when he was with Gio.