روايات وقصص ضمن Nehemia Throne Of Glass

She set it on the perfect spot, slowly climbed up, and sat on the wooden plank as she pulled out an ordinary thick book from the shelf with the caption, "Enchanters." Yuna stroked the rough leather surface of the book, amused by how she doesn't feel any sign of dust on it. She slowly lifted it open, and a page full of culture and illustration was what she saw. After being stunned, she read every page and broadly memorized them. "Nevaeh" This world is named Nevaeh and yes, she was in another world and not in another dimension. There are four kingdoms standing and ruling their own lands.

The priestess waited for him to recover, idly picking her nails, glancing at him once he stood, “Hear my words detok, for they come straight from the lips of the winter father” she started as the army took and knee, same with detok, “You detok, heir to both the winter and summer thrones has fallen short in the eyes of the rulers of both courts, particularly in my eyes for the thoughts of herandra matters little to me, you will have one chance to absolve yourself of this shame you have soiled me with. You will travel alone to the gates of artemon, there you will slay the prince and present his head to me as an act of apology, then and only then will I consider you my heir once again.”

The hall fell silent, the storm of battle broken at last. Serenya lowered her hands, shards slipping through her fingers, her blood mingling with glass on the floor. She felt no triumph, only the weight of what had been lost. A crown of glass could shatter—but could it ever be remade? As silence deepened, Maelis Rowan, the seer, stepped forward from the shadows. Her voice, soft yet heavy with portent, echoed through the hall: “This was not the end, child. Shattered glass gives way to sharper edges. And those edges cut deeper still.”

Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there. Something moved in the glass. Not her. Not the room. Something just beyond the surface is leaning in. The same wrongness from her dorm. From the shadows that had thickened when she’d flared before. Something old. Patient. Watching. Her magic surged toward it like a tide. “No,” she gasped. She dropped to her knees. Pain ripped up her leg as she landed on the broken glass. Shard bit deep into her bare feet, into the skin beneath the robe’s hem. Warm wetness bloomed, soaking into the silk.

I said, forcing my chin up. He studied me for a long, uncomfortable moment. “We’ve never had halfbreeds, it’s never heard of.” “It’s from my father’s Council orders,” Davorin said again. “We got his message,.” The man leaned back, folding his hands. “And she’s to be your mate?” “Yes she is.” Davorin says. “Then you’ll need to be tested. Placement, skill level, control… all of it.” “Control?” I echoed. His gaze sharpened. “Your hunger, Miss Neemah. We wouldn’t want… accidents, I will send for you when it needs to be done.”

The elves are a vassal kingdom of the empire, so the empire rules over them, but the royal family was still able to keep their titles Nyana has blonde almost golden hair, green eyes, pale skin, and she can use nature magic. "Yes, Nyana, I know, but this history is an important part of our heritage, so a refresher is always a good thing. We must never forget our history, that way when you have children you will be able to teach them our history," Nihone says right before the bell rings "Ok, everyone, don't forget to do your essay about the god you're a descendant of, and Atia, I need to speak with you before you go," she says "Yes, Teacher," everyone says in unison, including me, as they leav

His thoughts went to a particular omega, Penelope, His eyes searched for the redhead and spotted her at the center of the ballroom her gaze focused in the direction of the throne “Oh great..." Daniel muttered His uncle was drunk and on the verge of having sex with a slutty woman that was sitting on his lap right in front of everyone's eyes. "Ah!!!” Daniel heard a loud squealing voice echoing through the room which challenged the beat of the music. He ran through the crowd to see the young omega holding a woman by her neck and gleaming into her eyes with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my husband!!" The omega growled. Everyone including the king who was half drunk widened their eyes at th

Until now. And the stunt with the water and wine? Calculated. He was sure of it. A distraction, a deflection. She was hiding something. His grip tightened on the glass. Alexander was always the favourite, the golden boy. Now he was trying to cement his status with this...this imposter. Not on Nathan's watch. Nathan sank into his chair, mind racing. There was more to this than just some social-displaying girlfriend. No, Isabella Taylor reeked of secrets. Secrets that could unravel everything he had worked for.

-------------- ELENA’S POV The world inside the throne room turned into a hellish, sulfurous kiln that smelled entirely of old copper coins and rotted meat. I skidded to a halt on the melting marble floors, my twin silver daggers trembling in my hands as the magma-orange aura radiating from Nikolai’s massive frame blasted my shield back a full step. My heart was hammering frantically against my ribs, a sudden, primitive wave of horror crashing over my consciousness as I took in the blackened bone crown sitting heavy on his brow. "Nikolai..." I whispered, the word tearing from my throat against my will.