Glass Throne Series In Order Novels & Stories

“The queen returned. The door opened. The guardian woke. The first throne has accepted blood.” Raiken looked at the throne. Then at me. “You are the key.” Cassian shook his head. “She is the prize.” White water surged from my hands. The frozen red channels shattered. “I belong to no one.” The ancient throne groaned. Its bones unfolded across the floor. A second seat rose beside it. White coral. Silver wolves. A crown-shaped hollow waited above the backrest. Orochi stared at it. Cassian lowered his head. Not submission.

I really do. That was the final push. The doubt in Sean's eyes vanished, replaced by something colder, something darker. "I've been too lenient with you. You refuse to admit your mistakes and now you're trying to twist the truth. Today, I'll make sure you know what it feels like to be humiliated in front of everyone." Then the auctioneer's loud voice rang out. "Viewing rights for Ms. Lawson, starting bid, one million and five hundred thousand dollars!" The crowd stirred. The numbers kept climbing.

I would start with this one, single, perfect moment of peace. I had just set the mug down when the bell chimed again, a more insistent, cheerful jingle this time. A woman came in, shaking water from a bright yellow umbrella that clashed wonderfully with her crimson coat. She moved with a purpose that seemed to bend the space around her, her heels clicking a sharp, decisive rhythm on the tiled floor. Her hair was a sleek, silver bob, and she wore glasses perched on the end of her nose, behind which keen, intelligent eyes scanned the room. They landed on me. For a heartbeat, I felt a jolt, a primal fear that she knew, that she was one of them. But her gaze was just assessing, not recognizing.

Claire’s POV All of us freeze. Nobody moves a single muscle. I don’t even breathe. That can’t be true…someone in the pack killed our alpha. The first sound to be heard across the house is shattering glass. The glass my mother was holding is now in pieces on the floor. My eyes turn to her, and I see her knees give out. My father soon sweeps in and catches her before she collapses. He brings her to the couch, next to Bervely who has yet to stop gawking in shock at Sonia. My knees feel weak, and I have to support myself against the couch.

The heavy oak doors at the back of the cathedral swung open. Natalia walked down the aisle with a slow, hypnotic grace. She wore a gown of liquid silver that seemed to catch and refract every beam of sunlight piercing the cathedral ceiling. Her silver-white hair was woven with small sapphire beads that matched the crest of the New Order. She carried no weapons, but the sheer, effortless pressure of her royal aura made the front rows of Alphas instinctively bow their heads as she passed.

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

"What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us." She rolled her eyes at him. "All of this will eventually end up in Mo's manor—I'm just looking at them a little earlier than planned! What's the big deal?" I wasn't in a hurry to get the pearl back. Instead, I asked the chamberlain, "Did Her Majesty mention what would happen if someone else touched these things?" "Yes, she did. She said that whoever tried to steal the gifts would immediately be thrown behind bars and punished." I tilted m

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it transformed into a magnificent sword. It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical

Janessya states. I whip my head around when she says Sapphire’s name. I knew she would see Lina, but I had no idea they were coming here. With the look on Arlo’s face, I don’t think he knew that Lina was coming here tonight, either. We follow Janessya to where she saw them at. My breath catches when I lay eyes on my precious jewel. Her hair has been curled and is flowing freely down her bare back. The shimmering silver dress drapes her body perfectly and is backless. It stops mid-thigh. The killer heels she has on makes her legs look fucking long, and my hands twitch to touch them. Riley walks over to her, and I can tell she is surprised to see us. I see the look of surprise when s