Romans & histoires Order Of Throne Of Glass Series

Sapphire answers. “Yeah, don’t remind me.” Luke groans. “There is no way any boy will be able to get around that little girl with all you over protective ass hats.” Sapphire mumbles. Mathius mumbles something causing Sapphire to roll her eyes. She is right; it will worsen if one of Yasmin’s twins is a girl. Matthias already wants to hire guards for his possible little sister. He would probably hire guards for Sapphire if he could get away with it, but since she can beat the shit out of her guards, it would be pointless.

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.

She dropped to her knees, cradling his face as his last breath rattled from his chest. Then she saw the throne. The Moonstone Throne once Kael’s was now draped in black kelp and shadows. And seated on it, like a queen returned to power, was Morgala. Her dark eyes gleamed like voids. “You chose wrong, little tidechild.” Lightning tore the sky open, and the vision collapsed. ......... Anastasia gasped as the Mirror Pool surged around her, pulling her into another vision before she could breathe. This time the world was still.

The funny thing was, it wasn’t altogether a complete shock. Granny Lou had warned us she would return. She and Steph were the only ones that truly believed that Rosalie would be back. No one believed Granny Lou when she told us that Rosalie was the Last Luna Queen of Castle Black. After all, we were all led to believe the story of the Last Alpha King and his mate who brough down the kingdom, was fictious. It was a bedtime story to inspire and enthral children. It was not a history that we learnt in lessons at school.

But it was Elara… It was Elara who walked into the heart of the fortress alone. The Throne of Nightglass sat untouched at the center of Kaer Nyx. No ruler had sat upon it since the last eclipse of the First Age. Its surface reflected not light, but truth—twisted, ancient, raw. When Elara approached, the flames behind her eyes flared. She sat. The stone did not burn her. It recognized her. And in that moment, every torch in the fortress lit with silver flame. Later, at the high table carved into the summit ledge, the final council met.

Hello! And welcome to the 4th 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 1-3 and Bite-Size Luna 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.

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.

Before I completely lost consciousness, I saw Lorenzo pull me into his arms. “Annelise… my Annelise…” When I woke up again, I was lying on a large bed covered in rose petals. My hands and feet were bound apart with thick steel restraints. I was only wearing a thin black silk slip. “You’re awake, my principessa.” Lorenzo held a glass of red wine as he stepped out of the shadows. He had changed into a dark red silk robe, his collar wide open. He walked to the bedside and reached out. His hand traced along my exposed collarbone, slowly moving downward.