Manon Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

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.

I glance around the table, watching each person's reaction as I announce the order of my dates. Otto looks pleased to be first. He doesn't need to know that I just wanted to get his over with. "With the recent vampire attack, all dates must take place within the castle grounds," Father says, making my jaw clench. What would he do once I was the Queen? He couldn't make my choices for me forever. "Dessert will be served in the tea room for Annora and the contestants," Father says, much to my surprise. "Go on now, I have business to talk with the region leaders," Father continues, giving me a look that tells me to do as he says without pushback.

The front table is the only one that is in use; the maids hover around it while they wait for orders. There are various reasons why my heart falters. The royal family is seated right there, to start with. As in... SITTING THERE, on high-backed black chairs upholstered in deep purple velvet. They are rapidly absorbed by my eyes. They really are just as the legends have depicted them. Galen, the king, had golden eyes and hair that's jet black. With her ice-blue eyes and beautiful brown hair, Queen Selene exudes grace and elegance.

This time around, there was no sunlight streaming through the glass ceiling, only silver rays from the moon. Several feet in front of the thrones sat a bowl raised up on a dais. Within the bowl, licking up the sides like the fingers of a monstrous beast, were tendrils of flame. The soft click of heels sounded for several seconds until Solana appeared in the doorway with Adonis and another male in tow. This male did not look clean or healthy the way Solana and her consort did. He was haggard, with knots of tangled hair hanging around his shoulders. Dark circles lined his eyes. Eyes that scoured the room feverishly.

When Issei open his eyes all he can see is darkness, but there's a single throne adorned with human skulls and the color of the throne is pitch black. And he can see a girl sat upon that throne, who's looking straight at him and she has a wicked smile on her beautiful face.

Old magic, meant to deter or disorient trespassers. The world around me melted. The rocks, the trees, the distant peaks—all dissolved into a blinding, white marble hall. It was a throne room, vast and empty. And there he was. Damon. But not my Damon. This one sat on a throne of glittering, fused crystal—the complete Holy Grail. He wore robes of absolute black, and his expression was one of glacial, detached power. In his hand, he casually held a smaller, glowing shard, the final piece.

Maurice cried. He eyed me, his gaze turning wicked. "However, if you give the order to set Camilla free and let me marry her as well, I'll consider letting Giselle be my wife." "What are you even talking about?" His Majesty grew angry. "What do you mean, what am I talking about? Weren't you guys discussing my marriage to Giselle?" That thoroughly angered His Majesty. "We were talking about Gideon's marriage!"

And on that throne… she sat. Mona. Her beauty was wrong now — too perfect, too still. Her skin shimmered like glass, her eyes twin embers of crimson fire. Her gown flowed like liquid blood, and around her, the air bent in worship. “Well,” she said, her voice smooth as silk and sharp as blades. “The prodigal cousin returns. And she brought the King of Shadows himself. How poetic.” I took a step forward, ignoring the way the ground pulsed beneath me. “What have you done, Mona?”