Nehemia Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

Alpha Jeremiah Lodwick was one of the few alphas in Nydisia that held more power than the nobles. The man named Alexander continued to introduce the girl to his right, "This is my mate Lady Nicole Covintre," The girl named Nicole had red vibrant glass-like eyes and that of her mate was deep golden brown. Katherine wondered if they were a crossbred mating couple seeing as their eye colours were so different indicating they were not of the same species. Katherine looked at the girl and noticed some similarities in her face to someone she had seen before but she couldn't place her finger on it.

“Girls! Enough whispering. Selene, try to act like a proper Moonbane omega tonight. For once.” I turned and gave her my best polite nod. “Of course, Aunt Ysara.” She gave me a look like she didn’t believe me for one second before sweeping out of the room. Liora leaned in close, whispering like a little devil on my shoulder. “She didn’t say anything about sneaking wine.” I blinked. “Please tell me you didn’t.” She grinned and tapped her clutch. “A full flask. We’re going to survive this night.” The journey to the neutral lands—lush forest territory claimed by no pack—was filled with stiff silence, fake smiles, and the uncomfortable tension of trying not to breathe too loud next to people who’

Order and chaos was their natural rhythm but tonight, even Liam had the decency to keep his mouth shut. The torches burned low, their light flickering against the bars of the final cell. There she sat, small, trembling, wrists bound, a bruise along her cheekbone from William’s earlier outburst the other day and eyes though swollen, tried to stay alert. The girl from the peace summit and the one who turned the Moon Stone white. I’d been replaying that moment in my mind for hours: the chaos, the blood, the impossible light. I had never seen anything like it since the death of the Goddess. But somehow, this scrawny orphan was the cause.

At the far end, on a dais of black granite, sat the northern heir. She was younger than Eolan had imagined—perhaps his own age—but there was nothing unformed about her. Her hair was a deep, burnished copper, bound at the nape with a clasp shaped like a wolf’s head. Her cloak was white fur, the kind that marked high status, but beneath it she wore plain, close-fitting leather armor. Her eyes were pale, ice-blue, and when they fixed on him, it felt like the air had thinned. The hall quieted as he approached. The heir remained seated, chin resting on one hand.

Elara’s POV The air crackled with power. Elara stood frozen as the wraiths remained kneeling, their hollow eyes fixed on her. The weight of their expectation pressed against her chest, stealing the breath from her lungs. “Take the throne, Elara.” “You were always meant to rule.” Their whispers twisted through her mind, wrapping around her like an invisible chain. The longer she stood there, the more the magic of Valmere seeped into her bones. The throne—her mother’s throne—loomed before her, a beacon of darkness and power. A throne carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold pulsing like a heartbeat beneath its surface. It was alive. It was waiting.

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.

Tony said. “For starters, apparently she…she is Dion's twin sister although she won’t tell me her name yet, and for whatever reason, Raphael Genovese kept that under tight wraps. Other than that, I don't know much about the situation but I believe she'd be a good addition to our group" was what I said, but honestly, I sure had ulterior motives. Let's call it curiosity but something in me wanted to get to know her a little bit more.

The vines were quiet resting in the moonlight waiting for the season to start. I was not the Vane Heiress anymore. I was Hannah. As I walked towards the house with Stephen I knew that the "Tower of Glass" was gone for good. We had built something that would not break: a life based on the earth the water and the love that had set us both.

“The Miller household has never been wealthy. Her father is only a minor royal archivist.” “And her stepmother manages the family now. If anything of her mother’s inheritance survived at all, we should consider it a miracle.” The crowd watched as the chests were carried past. “They hardly seem heavy.” “Of course they are not. Compare them with the Princess Hazel’s procession earlier today. One hundred and twenty chests, and the porters could barely lift them.” “Well, Hazel is the legitimate princess of the Northern Kingdom.” “And Ava Miller is merely a clerk’s daughter.” A few people laughed quietly.

And judging from his reaction, he didn't like it. Neria noticed. "You know." Auren's jaw tightened. "Yes." The simple answer made the chamber colder. Neria looked back toward us. "Seraphine discovered something hidden beneath the throne." The throne pulsed beneath our feet, ancient, patient, listening. "Not a weapon." Another pulse. "Not a prison." Another. "A pathway." The crystal brightened again. The entire city responded, silver light spreading through every street, every building, every tower. The buried kingdom had become one enormous spell—one enormous mechanism, one enormous key.