Glass Throne Series In Order Novels & Stories

Sloane's POV The global operations dashboard stabilized into an unyielding, high-frequency silver pattern at precisely fifteen minutes past six o'clock in the evening. Inside the primary executive penthouse suite, the climate remained anchored at an immaculate eighteen degrees Celsius, completely rejecting the heavy, dust-laden harmattan atmosphere settling over the capital metropolis below. I sat behind the sprawling obsidian master console, my posture an unbending line of absolute authority. My column gown of midnight-navy silk caught the subtle reflection of the tracking arrays, while the legendary family emeralds rested cool and heavy against my skin.

"Leon... I'll come find you in the main hall right away. Mm... I missed you, too." After hanging up, she shot me a vicious glare. "Just wait. I'm not done with you yet." The door slammed shut behind her. I lowered my head and stared at the outfit for a long moment before slowly putting it on. The old scar across my collarbone peeked through the revealing neckline of the costume. I tugged at the fabric, trying to cover it. It was useless. The banquet was being held in the villa's back garden. I carried a three-tier champagne tower out through the side entrance. The thing weighed nearly twenty pounds, and the old injury in my arm was already throbbing again.

Then, a cool sensation surged through my body. The boiling lava within me gradually calmed and transformed into a peaceful blue sea. The feverish heat in my body gradually subsided. I fell asleep. I had no idea how much time had passed before I woke up. Gus was sitting beside my bed with a grave expression. He looked at me with complex eyes and said slowly, "Alex, you played no small part in destroying the Temptress." "The Temptress is dead?" My heart leaped with joy, and I tried to sit up. But my whole body was weak, so I had to lie back down.

POV EMMA BELLE The sky didn't turn white or indigo; it turned the color of Polished Onyx. Above the harbor, the Obsidian Spire—the original seat of the lineage—began to expand. Its surface, once a tapestry of integrated vines and living stone, shed its organic skin like a snake. Beneath the moss and the marble lay the "Prime-Metal": a cold, indestructible substance that had waited through 140 chapters for its rightful owner to claim it.

Then, to the surprise of everyone present, he grinned. “Agreed, little slave,” he said, finally leaning back in his throne once more. “You die the day after tomorrow, so enjoy what little time you have left. Malcom, take her back to the pen and make sure no one enters that place until the slaves are dead and the pen is cleansed. Berkley, kill Franky for his utter failure earlier, and burn the body after. Brother, Jason, Gamemaster, you will stay behind so we can discuss the upcoming games.”

The entire walls of the secondary chamber were decorated by helictite-like icicles. The assemblage of young subordinates and soldiers of Ayruzians were invited to celebrate that night in the primary chamber of Frozen Crescent. The speciality of the primary chamber is four types of WINEFALLS - Eternal Bliss, Black Pirate, Blue vapour, Red wine. No one knows the origin of these wine falls.

Bare stone floors, shelves that held nothing but dust, and in the center of the far wall: A mirror. Seven feet tall. Ornate frame twisted with iron and blackened gold, shaped like thorns or vines. It didn’t shimmer. Didn’t reflect. The glass was dull, dark. Waiting. Theo stepped beside her, breath shallow. “That’s the one.” She nodded. “From the sketch.” They moved closer. Sloane stood directly in front of it. She should have seen herself. She should have seen both of them. But the glass was black.

Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession. And finally, the bronze throne,aquincted to the alphas offsprings,either male or female. It's obviously the least and smallest amongst the trio throne and being two sons, double bronze thrones appear situated besides the golden throne,one directly besides it's left and the other situated on it's right after the silver decorated throne. "Hurry up brother,much are yet to be settled" Drake chuckles,once again pulling me outta the dumb imaginary world. "Am sorry,I really am sorry" I openly apologise before heading to my bronze throne rightly situated be

Gavin POV Hours later, I pulled up to the front of the royal palace in Silver Moon. I’d been coming here my entire life, but the sight of it still stole my breath. The palace rose from the cliffs like something carved from moonlight itself, its sparkling white stone catching the last rays of the setting sun. Massive stained-glass doors towered at the entrance, the colors glowing from the warm light spilling out from the foyer beyond. Crimson, gold, and sapphire reflected across the marble steps like scattered jewels. Riots of flowers lined the winding walkway—lavender, white roses, and deep blue delphiniums swaying in the evening breeze—softening the grandeur of the castle with bursts of lif

Suddenly, two slender mechanical needles emerged from the arms of the throne and pierced into my wrists. I tried to scream in pain, but Gurudev gripped my shoulder firmly. “Stay still! This is the coronation ritual of the Moreno lineage. The throne is testing your blood. If you were not the true heir, this stone would have drained you to ashes by now.” Suddenly the bright lights of the palace faded and were replaced by a deep violet glow. The walls of the hall slowly began to slide apart. To my horror, I saw enormous glass chambers hidden behind them. And inside those chambers—