Manon Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

At the far end of the hall, elevated on a triple-tiered stone dais, sat the throne. It was not gold. It carried no velvet cushions or delicate filigree like the throne Ethan had boasted of in the Shadow Moon packhouse. It was a massive, jagged monolith of solid volcanic glass—polished obsidian so dark and sharp it looked like a frozen shard of midnight torn from the earth. "Every inch," Brida barked, pointing her thick finger across the vast, empty sea of stone. "Start at the doors and work your way to the foot of the dais. Don't leave a single droplet of grease, or you'll scrub it twice tomorrow."

I whispered, my palms bleeding onto the glass. “Find the monster,” the Goddess murmured, her tone turning into a velvet threat. “The Lycan isn't a myth. He is the true match I kept in reserve while you played house with a boy. He is the heat that will burn Vance’s mark into ash. But he won't come for a broken Luna waiting for permission to exist. He only shows up for a Queen who has already taken her throne.” “I have to submit to a monster because you botched the first choice?” I spat, the words tasting like copper.

she said carefully, “this was found among the princess’s dowrys, as you instructed.” I recognized it instantly. My bridal mantle—woven in cloth-of-gold, embroidered with the northern stag and the southern lion, commissioned for a future queen. I stood at once. “Why is that in your hands?” Ethan waved dismissively. “Pack it and send it to Lady Ava’s residence. You have no right to wear state colors reserved for a sovereign’s bride. That mantle will serve her far better.” I moved toward it instinctively, but he caught my wrist and pushed me back.

He asked. Naomi shook her head in fear "you are betrothed to Yvonne Brooks who you would getting mated to in the next full moon." He laughed. "Yvonne doesn't even love me Naomi" he replied planting kisses on her neck. Noami trembled at the soft lips kept meeting her neck. Kayne reached down to her butt and grabbed it with one hand. “She doesn't love me but I love you” he whispered into hear ear. Naomi swallowed hard as she tried to pull away from him. "Please stop it Prince Kayne... you’re drunk."

The pack gathered in a clearing as the full moon rose, silvering everything in ethereal light. I stood at the center in a simple white dress, barefoot on the cool grass. Kade stood across from me in traditional Alpha formal wear, looking devastatingly handsome. Elder Margaret presided over the ceremony, her voice ringing out clear and strong. “We gather tonight to witness the bonding of Alpha Kade Blackthorn and Aria Silvermoon, last heir of the royal bloodline, Celestial Wolf.” She looked at us both. “This bond is sacred, eternal, and unbreakable. Do you both enter into it freely and with full understanding?”

“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

"I oversee dozens of assignments a week Damien. Forgive me if I don’t keep track of every lowly servant.” I slammed my hand against the edge of her dressing table. “Don’t lie to me.” Her eyes darkened. “And don’t yell at me.” We stood like that for a moment — fire against fire. She rose slowly, gracefully, her silk robe whispering around her legs. “She doesn't belong here,” Montanne said coldly. “You think I don't see it? The way you look at her? Like you're some lovesick stable boy and not the heir of this kingdom.”

"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.

Just months ago, Mona had stood in that same spot, trying desperately to win Emily's approval. "Yes," Mona said softly. "I do." She stepped into the light. The change rippled through the room like a stone dropped in still water. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Glasses froze halfway to lips. Every eye turned to stare at the woman in the red dress. The dress itself was a weapon, one of only three made, its silk the color of fresh blood. Diamonds dripped from Mona's throat and wrists, not inherited like Lora's jewels, but bought with her own money. Her own power.

I pitied her. “I would really appreciate it if one of you would answer me,” Queen Manon whispered, “The serpent… is it inside of me? Did I kill all those people?” “You didn't kill anyone Manon,” I blurted out, “The serpent did.” “Answer me!” She screamed. “Yes,” Alpha Vargus blurted out, “The serpent is inside of you.” Queen Manon collapsed to the ground, gripping her hair harshly like she was trying to pull it out.