Glass Throne Series In Order Novels & Stories

Chapter 267: The Glass Dynasty Isang malupit at gumagapang na katotohanan ang sumasakal sa aking sinapupunan, isang lihim na hindi gawa sa laman at dugo kundi sa isinumpang sintetikong lason ng toreng ito. The empire we built from the ash of the old world was supposed to be our sanctuary, a kingdom of pristine glass and silent marble. But standing before the panoramic window of our new dynasty, I realized that the cage hadn't vanished—it had simply found a way to breed inside me.

"You will be assigned to your tower based on the assessment that will take place in a few moments. We have five towers. The first is the Imperial Tower, allowing access to the best of the best—only predatory species allowed to prevent 'accidents.' The second is the Silver Tower, a newly built addition for our brightest tactical minds. The third is the Warrior Tower for the most promising guards. The fourth is the Heir Tower, for heirs who have not placed elsewhere. And finally, the Moon Tower, where the rest will be assigned." In the center of the stage, a massive crystal orb was unveiled, pulsing with an ancient, translucent light. "You will place your hand on the orb and infuse just a spar

I stepped forward, my silver gown whispering against the cold stone floor, and rested my fingertips on the moonstone. It warmed beneath my touch, thrumming with the same ancient power that ran through my veins. I could feel the Goddess’s presence, faint but unmistakeable, waiting to speak. “Each heir will place a drop of blood on the stone,” I said, my voice clear and steady. No one dared interrupt me. “The Goddess’s chosen will make it glow with pure silver light.” The first three younger heirs exchanged glances. I could see the hunger for the Alpha’s throne in their eyes, sharp as a wolf's fang, though they hid it behind masks of humility.

"The perimeter is clear." "We're coming down," Elias replied without breaking eye contact with Grace. He reached over, picked up her obsidian gown from the chair, and held it out to her with the clinical efficiency of a master handler preparing his asset for the field. "Zip up, Mrs. Thorne. The world is waiting for our alignment, and I expect a flawless presentation." Grace took the silk fabric from his hands, her fingers brushing just long enough to feel the heat of his skin. She turned her back to him, letting him guide the heavy zipper up her spine, the metal teeth clicking shut like the lock on a vault door.

The stone’s light grew weaker and finally went out. Exhaustion hit me like a wave. Not as bad as yesterday, but noticeable. Using the power drained me. “Again,” Kade said. For the next two hours we worked with different objects. The stones were the easiest. The metal resisted my power and required more force to make it glow. The glass orbs were the hardest. They wanted to absorb and amplify the light, and I had to learn to feed exactly the right amount of power into them, otherwise they shattered. I broke three orbs before I got the hang of it.

Before I completely lost consciousness, I saw Lorenzo pull me into his arms. “Annelise… my Annelise…” When I woke up again, I was lying on a large bed covered in rose petals. My hands and feet were bound apart with thick steel restraints. I was only wearing a thin black silk slip. “You’re awake, my principessa.” Lorenzo held a glass of red wine as he stepped out of the shadows. He had changed into a dark red silk robe, his collar wide open. He walked to the bedside and reached out. His hand traced along my exposed collarbone, slowly moving downward.

Water dripped from overhead pipes. Then they saw it. A chamber. Concrete. Steel. Sealed off by a vault door now partially open, like someone—or something—had invited them in. Inside, sitting atop a rusted operations pedestal, was a monolith-shaped server block. No wires. No fans. Just matte black steel and a low, steady hum. The Crown Node. Mara stared, breath caught in her throat. It was smaller than she remembered. But still familiar. Too familiar. She stepped closer.