Glass Throne Series In Order Novels & Stories

] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me." I turned to see Sebastian, sharp in a tailored suit, standing by Rosa in her bridal gown, playing the perfect hosts. They stood before a rainbow archway, their oversized wedding portraits smiling down. Catching sight of me, Rosa rose on her toes and planted a kiss on Sebastian. The crowd erupted in whistles and cheers, and Sebastian, a bit sheepish, dabbed at his mouth. He glanced up without thinking, and our eyes locked in an unexpected standoff. Sebastian, caught off guard, shoved Rosa aside, his awkwardness bordering on comical.

There was no handle. Kaelen placed his palm flat against the center of the door. A complex series of runes glowed blue beneath his touch, there and gone in an instant. With a deep, resonant thud, the door slid sideways into the wall, revealing what lay beyond. A study. It was not the lair of a monster I had imagined. It was a place of severe, chilling order. One wall was a single, vast pane of enchanted glass, looking out over the sprawling, twinkling nightmare of Crimson Sands. The other walls were lined with shelves containing not books, but thousands of crystalline data-slates, each pulsing with a soft, internal light. A large, minimalist desk of the same dark metal as the door dominated

I stood my ground while holding the sword with a tight grip. We were led into the main throne room, just to find it empty. Half of the property in the throne room, like my father's golden statue and his fathers too, were not there. My mother's picture and the family portrait, which were engraved on a metal plate behind the throne, weren’t there; instead, there was a glass seat that elongated to that rooftop like a flowing waterfall. It was made of the most expensive glass, the throne room looked like another universe,it was different from the stench outside the pack, the floor was made of mables, and the chairs that were carved were made of glass and coated with very lush pillows.

Training will prevent a slip and thus keep me alive. _____________ No - my voice comes out empty. - We can not. Exactly three and a half hours later, she releases me from her clutches and returns me to Lian's care. My back hurts from the posture classes for sitting, standing and even sleeping (belly up, arms at my sides, always immobile), but that is nothing compared to the mental exercises she put me through. The teacher wanted to drill court rules into my head; fill me with names, protocols and etiquettes. For the past few hours, I've had a crash course of anything and everything I need to know. The hierarchy between the few sectors starts to make sense, but I guarantee I'll confuse someth

Para sa akin mas comfortable ako sa mga damit na ganito. I went out of my room and saw Thorn in a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts while sitting in front of the laptop in the living room. He turned his head towards my direction and saw a hint of gloom in his expression. Tumaas naman ang kilay ko dahil rito. "Whose t-shirt is that?" He asked monotonically. Nagtaka ako at nakakunot ang noo. Nagseselos ba siya o naiirita lang?

I couldn't wait for everyone to see the Goddess in her… Torin and I strode down the stairs, entering the hallway leading to the throne room. My eyes instantly drifted to the opposite side, and I saw her confidently walking toward the throne room. She had Alpha Rain by her side and Rosela, Angela, and Farrah flanking her. Yet the other women didn't matter, not right now. Not when she wore the gown the color of cream and gold, resembling the rising sun, illuminating the hall with each step. She was fucking breathtaking.

Their stories haunt the thresholds—cautionary tales for those who dare to reach beyond their fate. And this one? She hears herself. Not just the Veil. Not the ancestors. Herself. Another version. An echo with teeth. We are not supposed to interfere yet. The Prophecy must unfurl. But a new thread has begun to twist through the weave. Not gold. Not silver. Not flame. Glass. Fragile, dangerous, full of secrets. It catches the light and shatters it, reflecting a hundred possible futures in a single glance. The new thread gleams—a warning, or perhaps a promise.

Inside, three thrones floated in a triangular formation above a luminous basin. Solaris—blazing gold. Lunaris—pure silver. Noctis—deep swirling black. On each throne sat a Primal. Solaris, radiant as a living sun, trailed a cloak of golden flame behind her. Lunaris, serene and pale, with starlight drifting from his fingertips. Noctis, shadowed and fluid, eyes spiraling with galaxies swallowed in darkness. All three turned when Alessia entered. The room dimmed, as if shifting its attention to her.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

"Hmm Angel, It's nice to here again. I couldn't have you endure this torment again and so I called out to the Goddess. She and other gods trapped him in the form of the Prince. The price was I rest and not look for you and so I did. The Prince came forth essentially blocking the god. However, he was still drawn to find you. He doesn't know the reasons why, but he did and as I was informed made you queen." The man in the robes takes a vial out of his pocket. He pours the contents into a glass. Then bites his wrist dripping his blood into it. "Majesty, That was a vile of your blood I found in your chamber before.... Well you'll see. I've mixed my blood. I've always kept an eye on you at the ma