Novel & Cerita Is Throne Of Glass Finished

Hi everyone. Dragon Princess is finally finished, despite a few accidents, including a dented shin bone and ripped stitches. Not to mention work, with it being a production year. Glad that is over. I will be posting it here, and it will be available in book form as well. I am arranging covers for books 2 and 3 and the current one. There are another couple of side quests, which I may write at a later date, but I want to start book 4 at the end-of-year holidays.

The throne room was adorned with silver and blue in lovely decorations. Blue Silks, white flowers, and Fionn’s new crown was even a literal silver-diamond and the most gorgeous sapphire. No doubt a gift from the Alpha King and the witnessing neighbor Alphas. The throne was made of marble. The roof, just like the Winter Castle’s and this pack's dining hall, was made of glass—visible to the winter night sky. The interior of the throne room was snowing gently but the snow never touched the ground. A light, cool breeze greeted all the attendees. The crescent moon above seemed to smile down at us.

The second was; the scene displaying right before her eyes wasn't sure of a good ending. "Luna, here's the drink you-"A maid chirped scurrying over to her. Even before she could fully reach her, she slammed her hand on the tray and the two glasses of drinks that was meant for her husband and her, fell on the floor and shattered into pieces. ~Present~

I set down the shears and stood on the balcony, staring out at the ocean in the distance. The sunlight was beautiful. The sea shimmered in transparent shades of blue and green. The wind lifted the hem of my dress. I stretched lazily. Later, another detail appeared in the report. They said Leon died clutching a chain tightly in his hand. Silver. Half melted by fire. The engraving on the pendant had long since become unreadable. He died curled up in the corner of a wooden bed, like a stray dog trying to keep warm. There was no pain on his face.

But Clara and Morwen held firm, their power combined, their love unshakeable. "It's done," Clara said, as the crystal shattered. "It's finally done." Morwen pulled her into an embrace. "You did it. We did it." --- The estate was finally cleansed. The last fragment of the Hollow's power was destroyed. The kingdom was truly, finally safe. "Ready for whatever comes next?" Clara asked, as they stood in the garden. Morwen smiled. "Ready. As long as I'm with you." "Always." End of Chapter 262

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

Whole. Then... Darkness. An eighth throne emerged from the shadows. Empty. Watching. Waiting. The seven lights flickered. One by one. Until the memory shattered. I gasped. Kael tightened his grip on my shoulder. "What did you see?" I met his eyes. "It wasn't built with the others." Lucien frowned. "What wasn't?" "The eighth throne." The connection confirmed it. "It came later." A horn echoed from the eastern watchtower. One long blast. Then another.

“Then you reject the North! You will be a Queen of nothing!” “I don’t want a throne of bone,” I roared, my violet-silver fire erupting in a column of heat that shattered the ice pillars. “I want a Throne of Blood and Breath!” I didn't sit on the Obsidian Throne. I Smashed it. I raised the Sovereign-Fang and drove it into the center of the obsidian seat. The volcanic glass didn't just break; it Exploded. The "Too Much" energy that had been bottled up for centuries was finally released, flooding the hall in a tidal wave of Violet-Gold Marrow.

Oh, now I see, you were playing games, trying to make me jealous. "Enough of this, let's sort out the mess at the company first." I passed the bouquet to the bridesmaid and shrugged off Sebastian's grasp. "I'm here for the wedding. You guys can fix your own mess." Sebastian's annoyance was palpable as he looked up sharply. "Is this wedding really more important than our family's legacy? We've both apologized. How long are you going to drag this out?" He sounded so noble, but if he had not let Rosa's antics slide, we would not be in this mess.

The dark, twisted decorations that had adorned the walls began to wither and fade, replaced by a warm, golden light that seemed to emanate from the throne itself, spreading out as far as our eyes could see. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and wonder at the sight before me. My boys, Ronan and Dynaris, had fulfilled the prophecy and won the battle, succeeding through all the trials, claiming the throne, and restoring light to the City of Dragons. As I gazed upon their triumphant faces, I knew that this was only the beginning of our epic journey...