Manon Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

She says making me go silent to listen to her. "Of course, you know that too, because as much as I am happy that you have found someone you can pronounce you love even if it sounds very dumb as its your first time meeting her, we both know something does not sit right, with the king being killed by the stake of Adonis and finding a human that looks just like the goddess, Aphrodite." She tells me honestly as I still remain silent knowing that her words are true and bothering, to say. Adonis and Aphrodite, what is the lord of the heavens planning?

She starts to glow, and her eyes go white, her feet start to lift from the ground. “I am Luna Queen Morrigan, I am the incarnation of the Warrior Goddess of the same, and it is by the will of the Moon Goddess Selene that I return to my rightful place upon the throne of the kingdom of Màni.” She says, her voice intermixed with something I can’t put my finger on. The glowing stops, her feet hit the stage once more and her eyes are back to their bright emerald green color. “Any questions!?” She booms out.

“The last chance. If you ascend… you spark the final rebellion. If you fall… everything ends in fire.” My stomach dropped. Kael moved closer, his arm brushing mine. “Why now? Why show yourself?” The man’s eyes burned brighter. “Because the throne called me. And because she stirs again.” “She?” I whispered. The shadows shifted. And I saw her. Behind him. A woman. Faint and flickering, like a ghost made of silver smoke. She wore a crown of thorns and a robe of stars. Her eyes were like mine—but filled with endless grief.

I felt the Sea-Singer’s loneliness. Sister, I called out. The North is no longer burning. The Sun has returned. Wake up. The song shifted. The Leviathans froze. For a heartbeat the darkness felt warm. Then the crystal palace shattered. A woman made of sapphire and starlight rose from the ruins. Her eyes were voids. A tiny spark of violet appeared in the center of them. The Moon a voice echoed. *You have the Moons crown.... You carry the scent of the man who broke it.*

"Listen to me, little wolf. I am the Alpha, soon to be Alpha King. I lead the strongest packs in Nocturna. I need a Queen who can stand beside me, not a broken toy who crawls on the floor." My breath seized instantly. No the Moon Goddess can't be wrong. Where did I go wrong? "But the bond—" "The bond is a mistake!" he roared. The windows in the hall rattled. People flinched. "I, Kaelen Thorne, Alpha King of the Crimson Moon, reject you, Aurelia Viremont, as my mate and my Queen."

Mara took his hand. She looked at the manor in the autumn evening light, the old stone and the warm windows and the private forest in the distance and the grounds that were hers as much as anyone's, the place where everything had been understood and spoken and built and continued. She thought about a firelit room and a desk covered in documents and a man looking up from his work with storm-grey eyes that processed everything they looked at, and a word offered without explanation that had turned out to be the beginning of everything.

From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist. Up close, the illusion fractured. Her shoulders were tight. Her smile—when she offered it—was carefully rationed. And every few minutes, her gaze flicked instinctively toward the raised dais at the center of the room, where her stepmother presided like a queen over court. Margaux Laurent was radiant tonight. She always was. She wore crimson, the color of conquest, her blonde hair arranged perfectly, her laughter ringing loud enough to command attention. Executives clustered around her, men twice her age nodding eagerly as she gestured

NARRATION “What do you mean the vampires are alive?!” Queen Jeany exclaimed and stood up from her throne chair. “That is impossible! They are long dead!” Her loud exclamation echoed inside the throne room where all the royalties of Kingdom Monjour are holding a royal conference to discuss some serious matters. The queen is interrogating a village’s hunter, when it informed the guards that he saw creatures that are lurking inside the Dark Forest. Her Majesty was hyperventilating with her navy blue gown, shining silver crown, and expensive jewelries that she had bought from different kingdoms, except her necklace that is owned by her mother queen.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

said Elena, "Maxon, what's going on." "Maxon?" I said, surprised. "Your Royal Highness Prince Maxon of the Coven of White Magic and heir to the throne," he said as he bowed in front of me. Did he take my hand and kiss it, "Who are you, my MUSA?" he asked me, and I could no longer hide my identity from him. "Alania Wilson wolf woman and the silver wolf," I said, looking at him, unable to separate my gaze from his. When his lips touched my hand, my skin, the glow around us was fading, "What happened?" I asked him.