Order Of Throne Of Glass Series Novels & Stories

Hello! And welcome to the 3rd instalment in the main Queen Among series line-up. Before you dive in, it is important to know that understanding terms, character names, and certain events is dependent on having read books 1 and 2 before this. Each book in the Queen Among series meticulously weaves into each other and overlaps, so those moments will not make sense if read out of order.

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

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.

A second pulse shook the mountain—but this time, it didn’t throw her off balance. This time, it bowed. The throne’s magic slammed into her one final time—ruthless and unfiltered. Her spine arched as visions assaulted her: the founding of the mountain court, the coronation of the first queen, the wars, the betrayals, the fires. And at the center of it all—Serena, standing at the crossroads of history. When she opened her eyes, they glowed white. The throne stopped pulsing. Silence. And then—

The First King’s sigil. She set it on the nearest table, flipping through pages until she found what she was looking for. “Here.” Elior stepped closer, the others gathering around as Myrra read aloud. “To break the Throne is to break the Balance. The Chains of the Veil will shatter, and the Dark One shall rise again.” Silence. Elior’s pulse quickened. The Dark One. He didn’t need to say it. They all knew the name Erythos.

Above us, mounted in its glass case at the end of the hall the way it had stood for three hundred years, the old crown of the realm caught the torchlight and threw it back in broken glittering pieces, watching, the way it always watched, the way every crown in this palace watched every secret that ever tried to survive beneath its notice and, sooner or later, failed. I looked at it and thought of Ashford’s hand pressed flat against my back on the dance floor. Kaelan's smile stretched thin over that letter. Of the physician’s kit that would be laid out and waiting when the sun rose in, I did the math without meaning: five hours and forty minutes, ready to strip away the only thing that had ev

Spectators filled the stands in thousands—nobles, warriors, emissaries, and priests from all three empires. Solaris banners crackled with golden flames. Lunaris banners rippled like liquid silver. Noctis banners billowed like dark, living smoke. A gilded platform hovered above the center, holding the Three Thrones: —The Sun Throne of Solaris —The Moon Throne of Lunaris —The Night Throne of Noctis Three rulers sat there, watching. A ripple of whispers spread as Alessia stepped into the light. “There she is!” “The dual heir!” “The prophecy child!” “She looks so young!”

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepling as I contemplated the implications. "Everything I've been preparing for hinges on this moment, Marcus. Lex thinks he's safe, but he has no idea what's coming." "You're not just talking about crashing the wedding, are you?" Marcus asked, his tone a bit suspicious. "You're planning to take the throne back." "Exactly," I replied, my voice low and steady. "I will bring doom upon that wedding and reclaim what is rightfully mine. And then, I will wed my brother's Luna." Marcus gasped and cleared his throat. It was something he always did whenever he was skeptical about something.

The members of the council, however, started rising one by one. “Elyria is unfit to rule this kingdom,” Lord Karth yelled, and the next thing I knew, General Darius came charging in with an army of soldiers, completely disrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the ceremony. Swords were drawn at my family and me from different angles, and that was when I realized what was happening. “It’s a coup!” I yelled, but it was too late. Elowene stepped into the centre and began casting spells on the arena as the villagers ran around in a scared frenzy. Her magic stopped us from being able to move.

Seras (voice of a thousand suns): “Wrong again, mirror girl. You keep forgetting the fine print.” She points the staff straight at the Forty-Eighth’s chest. Seras: “Celeste and I share the throne. Always have. She’s the storm queen. I’m the fire that crowned her. That makes this a two-on-one fight on your own damn turf.” The Forty-Eighth’s crown flickers—uncertain for the first time. I step forward, silver scar blazing white. Celeste (quiet, deadly):