Nehemia Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

“You saw the temple. You felt the power. That was Nythera - reaching through the veil, clawing toward our world.” A younger noble’s chair scraped the floor. “And what does she want?” I met his gaze dead on. “Everything.” I let the silence sink in - heavy and suffocating. Then I spoke again, low but clear. “This kingdom, our lands, our people - they’re not just home anymore. They’re the battlefield of a war older than our bloodlines. Between the Goddess of light, and her sister born of shadow. Between creation and corruption. Between freedom and chains.”

"Tidy up my wardrobe here. I prefer this room." Everything looked the same. Grand statues and antiques adorned the halls and passages, while torches flickered in every corridor to keep the castle warm against the brutal winter. A stranger might find the glass ceilings enchanting, but Nerissa had never cared for them. All too often, she had nightmares of the glass shattering above her. She stopped in front of her favorite statue of the Light Goddess, who cradled an orange orb in her hands. With a smirk, Nerissa lowered her head and gave the Goddess the middle finger. "Screw you, bitch."

“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

“Where did you get this picture from? Tell me. The late Queen, how many children did she have? Maybe something lost in translation, maybe—“ “We haven’t found anything.” Delilah took the book from Mina’s hands and set it back on the table calmly. “Queen Helena had two children by royal accounts. The Lycan King and—-“ “Princess Nehira.” Damon completed. The library went into silence as Mina’s brain hummed. But Amber’s mother couldn’t be Princess Nehira because the princess was sterile. They made sure of her awakening. Right? “Are we sure the princess is sterile?” Mina asked turning to Gwen.

Queen Niamh, stood at the window of her chamber with a wine glass in her hand, looking at the setting sun. A deep frown lingered on her face. The wine glass was full and looked like she hadn’t even taken a sip. Her deep thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. She reeled back to her senses, put the glass down and said in a soft voice, “Come in.” A girl entered, short, a-lined bob reddish brown hair, snow like skin, nails painted black. She bowed and said,

Luke closed the door, understanding the plan I was about to make with my mate. Cora stared at me and the door. She must have been shocked by the news she just heard. "You are the crown prince," she said softly. Her eyes rounded beautifully. I smiled as I caressed her cheek. That was a miracle I hadn't expected. Just by being present near her, no matter how bad the wound, she would recover to her original state. The same miracle I witnessed happened to the Queen. Thankfully, I am a Royal Lycan. I could heal my partner. Starting today, I would never leave her again. She would come wherever I went so that nothing could separate us forever.

"Greetings, Queen Dorothea." "Rhea." The older Queen sat down gracefully and took her place on the table shamelessly. The Queen's maids giggled, emphasizing the situation. Rhea sat at the side and skillfully poured tea for the older Queen. "To what do I offer the honor of having you here, Queen Dorothea?" "I've heard that you are carrying an imperial heir, Queen Rhea. Is that true?""Yes, it is." "You should have learned from before that keeping an imperial heir is difficult in this harem."

Captain Nora checked the weather scanner on her tablet. “No storm.” Samuel looked around uneasily. “Then what was that?” Elias answered quietly. “The Circle.” ⸻ Far beyond the forest, hidden beneath an immense mountain of white stone, seven empty thrones stood in perfect silence. For centuries, they had remained untouched. Now… One by one… Candles before each throne lit themselves. The first. The second. The third. By the time the seventh flame ignited, the chamber glowed with a soft golden light. The eighth throne remained dark.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Her lips tugged up in amusement. “Are you quite certain?” My cheeks stained crimson and she chuckled lightly. “My name is Nehemia. I knew your Queen while we were kids, she sent a letter for you,” Mamma? My heart thundered and for the first time, I noticed Nehemia had her hair partially covered by a scarf. She too, was from Xintha. “Here,” she pushed a squeezed envelope into my shocked hands. “Read When you're alone and destroy. The first tip to survive is Devania. Never leave traceable evidence,”