Novel & Cerita Nehemia Throne Of Glass

Luna Eero shook her head. “I am sure that throne room only exists in my dreams. Maybe I am just excited about the day to come when I'll see Claudius on the realm's throne, hence why I am dreaming of it. I often think about it.” “Or perhaps there's a throne room that awaits your presence,” I said in a low voice. “What is it, Cielo?” She asked curiously. “I said tell me more about this throne room,” I tempted her. “There's a huge stained-glass window behind the throne itself. The throne was made of uhm gold and on the backrest of it was a howling head of a dire wolf.”

Emily stood in front of it, holding her breath. At first, there was only her reflection. Then it shifted. The glass rippled like water, distorting her face—and a new one emerged from the silver haze. Nora. She looked more furious than ever before. Her long black hair draped around her like dark smoke, and her eyes—those unnatural amethyst eyes—burned with sharp, mocking fire. “You think you’re clever, little girl?” she hissed, her voice curling with venom. “You think you can claim my throne for yourself?”

And in a voice as old as the stars, she said: > “Then choose, flamechild. Sit the throne—or watch your twin take your place.” --- Silence. Theron trembled. Selene felt her heart split. And then— He turned. And walked away from the throne. “No,” he said. The realm trembled. The Queen laughed—once. And vanished in fire. --- The throne cracked. The girl disappeared like smoke. The realm pulsed once—twice— And began to collapse. --- Kael grabbed Selene’s hand. “Go!” They ran—Elira holding Theron’s hand, Rowan and Naeria shielding them with bursts of raw magic as the mirror realm crumbled behind them.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Clara guessed banshee's not only had uniqueness in their voices but also their eyes. The ballroom was dimly lit, the walls were painted with beige and gold. a huge chandelier hung down from the white ceiling. The white marble floor sparked as Clara walked on it. looking ahead of her, Clara eye fell a throne made of silver. Beside it was a small stool and on top of it was a silver crown. The throne and the crown looked luminous. Then her eyes fell on the woman wearing a gray dress, her long gray hair was silvery and her eyes were light red in color. Clara took a back for a moment. She had never seen eyes like that before. It looked like she had been crying for too long but the eyes were still

Today, they took this walk together, and to her, the thrones awaiting them at the end were not half as important as the man next to her. Yes, the thrones. Once different like day and night, one black, one gold, they were now a matching pair. Nathaniel had made himself clear in this regard: Katherine's throne had to be just as big as his own and of similar form. Yet the craftsman had taken his freedom on the material, surprising everyone. Beside the obsidian throne with the sharp black icicles on top, stood a throne out of glass. Minuscle diamonds, inlaid in the lean, fractured the sunlight that shone through the windows on the left and filled the whole, formerly dark hall with sparkles of li

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.

I say to Cara. "Because she looks like a Goddess Alec, and not just any Goddess, but Aphrodite." she says. "I know, but it feels more than that," I add before taking my gaze off her and up to the girl. "Act with me, will you?" I smile at Cara back as she huffs and closes her eyes for a second knowing what I'm asking. "Then you owe me," She speaks a deal making me chuckle. "Anything you want Cara of the kingdom of grendor," I speak formally making her chuckle.

The heartbreak of that realization had me out the door, searching for fresh air as I stripped my clothing off, my body bulking to shift as I broke into a run before the slam of a door behind us and his strong voice halted it. “A stór.” It was commanding, soft, demanding, and a plea all in one, but the fall of liquid from my face told me not to turn around. I couldn’t get lost again. I needed to remember who I was. I am an Heir. Sacrifice was always a possibility. I am one. The pack is many. My blood runs through theirs. I needed to get back to them but I was trapped here. The gate was too high, too thick. My only hope would be Nixon.

I feel my lungs begin to burn as we reach the top. There’s no time to recover, the view into the throne room shows that Cora has already infiltrated the tower. She is fighting Absalom and Aphrodite, while Hades watches on. I recognise where I am. The ancient mirror that Zeus proudly hangs on the wall is in fact a doorway of two-way glass. “To our daughter,” Hephaestus says with steel in his eyes. I nod in agreement, and he forces the door open. Together we charge into the throne room. I barrel into Aphrodite, sending her flying across the floor of the throne room, while Hephaestus assaults Absalom with fire.