Order Of Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

I stepped forward. His gaze slid toward Mira. My wolf exploded with fury. I grabbed him by the collar before anyone could stop me. “Choose your next words carefully.” He coughed but kept smiling. “The child belongs to the first bloodline,” he whispered. “And the first bloodline belongs to the throne.” Rowan went still. Elara looked like the ground had shifted beneath her feet. “There is no throne,” she said coldly. “There was,” the spy replied. “And there will be again.”

"Masque Kaelen Frost and the rest of the Ordo Draconis don't just want to kill you. They want to paralyze you in front of me, then take over my property to destroy my grandfather. They think of me as a rich girl who only dares to hide behind your coat." Chloe turned slowly to face the giant window. The wind from the guard helicopter outside rattled the glass. "The time has come for Vanguard to show the world... that this throne does not belong to my grandfather or to take refuge under the muscles of the Alpha King," Chloe hissed melodiously but was full of deadly poison. "This throne is mine. Awaken the entire army of the Zero-Black Division. Let that monster rise. I will welcome it myself."

"If the girl is of royal blood, the glass will hold. If she is a pretender, the glass will vanish." Morgana stood next to him, a cruel smile on her lips. She leaned over and whispered as I passed her. "Goodbye, little weaver. I hope the shards are sharp." I looked at the start of the bridge. My legs felt like jelly. “Walk,” Alaric’s voice commanded in my head. He was sitting on the throne at the other end of the bridge. He looked powerful, but I could feel his hand gripping the armrest so hard the wood was cracking.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

The dark magic inside me flares, pulling and clawing at the edges of my spirit. Now that I’m protected by the power of the throne room, I give it the space it’s yearning for until it is one with my spirit and Lex’s. Heat surges through my body, and for the first time, I’m aware of the crown floating above my head with colored spires glowing brightly.

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

I replied and walked away to look after a few other things that needed to be done before the coronation and before a King of Agatha enter this Palace. “I cannot show my gratitude enough for helping me in making them accept to the Non-Slave order and for this competition.” I mumbled to King Vali who stepped inside the workroom regarding the new order. “I am glad that someone is there to think about the things to which no one gives any importance, but this will change many people’s lives. So, I can see that you are not happy with all these then why didn’t you accepted to marry me like the Council suggested?” He questioned and I actually hoped he would never ask it.

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.