Romans & histoires Order Of Throne Of Glass Series

Closing her hand into a tight fist, she watched as the blood slid down onto her wrist. "Are we ready?" she whispered, loud enough for a healer to hear her. Bowing, she nodded. "Yes, my Queen." Smiling in satisfaction, she stepped closer to Markus. "Open his mouth." Doing as told, the elderly healer opened Markus' mouth. Holding out her hand, Anna watched as her blood dripped onto his lips before falling into his mouth. The chanting grew in volume as more healers joined. Lifting her gaze to the window above her, a smirk formed on her lips. The red moon was finally in the sky, and as it got higher, the feeling of power entered her body.

Of course, if they knew that was where the darkness that sufficed into their lives came from, they would have a different say on the matter. The windows were locked from the inside, the blinds were drawn and the door looked like it was being worked on by a wood carver of some sorts. Inside was a whole new story, despite attempts to clean the house up, traces of a serious fight still lingered. The table was broken, the lights were damaged and different kitchen utensils littered the floor. Upstairs in the spacious bedroom lay three figures, the Aratian prince Jason, his guardian and best friend daren, then a magic wielding girl who had secrets she couldn't let on but definitely a friend and al

"Hmm Angel, It's nice to here again. I couldn't have you endure this torment again and so I called out to the Goddess. She and other gods trapped him in the form of the Prince. The price was I rest and not look for you and so I did. The Prince came forth essentially blocking the god. However, he was still drawn to find you. He doesn't know the reasons why, but he did and as I was informed made you queen." The man in the robes takes a vial out of his pocket. He pours the contents into a glass. Then bites his wrist dripping his blood into it. "Majesty, That was a vile of your blood I found in your chamber before.... Well you'll see. I've mixed my blood. I've always kept an eye on you at the ma

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

The fog itself seemed to shiver, pulling tighter, until the figures were so near Mia could see the glint of eyes—silver, countless, unblinking. The pendant pulsed again. Slow, rhythmic. A heartbeat that wasn’t hers. “They’re here,” Mia whispered. Her voice broke like glass. “The ones who rewrote it.” The eyes blinked all at once. Then a ripple of sound, like parchment tearing, cracked the air. The mist split open, revealing not the clearing, but a throne towering in the distance, veiled in shadows. On it sat a figure crowned in violet flame. The Queen. *“For me,”* her voice thundered—not loud, but absolute.

Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

Bowing their heads and retaining silence as I stood proud and elegant in my luxurious green and black medieval gown. My eyes briskly darted to the most glorious object in the room, my throne. Rooted at the center of the room, gleaming its shade of polished black and faint Gold. Reflecting the Ginger color of my long hair. Like always, It never failed in reminding me of my past glories. How I had mercilessly killed the vampire king and his son. A tiny smile crept to my face and I began to take an elegant stride towards my seat. With every knocking sound my heels made against the marble floor, the tension further heightened. The scent of fear and horror reeked throughout the room. I loved it a

Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 15 ; Torments 2 Song of Choice : Feedback / Question :

*** Obsidian pillars rose like black glass toward vaulted ceilings carved with ancient sigils—older than the current throne, older than the war, older even than the line of kings that had ruled before Victoria’s father. Torches burned low, their flames tinted faintly violet, reacting to the lingering surge of Raven’s power that still echoed through the castle. *** The throne itself remained empty. *** Raven did not sit. *** She stood at its base. *** Victoria at her side. *** Equal. *** Waiting. *** ### The First to Arrive The air shimmered softly— not tearing, not distorting— *parting.* *** Princess Lirael stepped through as if the forest itself had opened to let her pass.

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.”