Romantic Order Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

The sound startled her—how rare laughter had been in her life. Together, they followed Caspian into the grand hall. The ceremonial space had been transformed: wolf banners draped from the rafters, silver and crimson carpets unfurled across the marble floors, and the throne dais lined with fresh roses. Here, tomorrow, she would kneel to accept the Luna crown, and rise as Gabriel’s mate before the entire kingdom.

I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, hardly recognising the woman who stared back. Lukas had just left for the throne room, resplendent in his ceremonial attire—black velvet and silver threading, his crown catching the morning light as he bent to kiss me goodbye. "I'll see you soon, my Queen," he'd murmured against my lips before leaving me to finish preparing. My fingers traced the fresh mark on my neck, the second claim he'd placed there yesterday still tender to the touch. In an hour, I would walk into the throne room not as a former servant, not as a claimed mate, but as Alpha Queen Amelia Volkov, crowned before all.

But the bond between us burned hot, restless, coiled with protective rage. The elder won’t stop here, he warned through the link. You know that. I do, I answered silently, eyes on the crowd as I reached for the glass a servant brought me. That’s why I’m still standing here, smiling. Let him think I’m untouched. The crystal caught the candlelight as I raised it slightly in a mock toast, the sapphire at my throat glinting in tandem. To anyone watching, the Queen of the New Order was radiant. Untouchable.

I glance around the table, watching each person's reaction as I announce the order of my dates. Otto looks pleased to be first. He doesn't need to know that I just wanted to get his over with. "With the recent vampire attack, all dates must take place within the castle grounds," Father says, making my jaw clench. What would he do once I was the Queen? He couldn't make my choices for me forever. "Dessert will be served in the tea room for Annora and the contestants," Father says, much to my surprise. "Go on now, I have business to talk with the region leaders," Father continues, giving me a look that tells me to do as he says without pushback.

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.

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

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

The Throne shatters and grows in the same breath, spines twisting like serpents. And in the heart of it— Us. Burning. Breaking. Becoming. The Throne roars a promise in my skull: If I can’t have you, I’ll take HER. And then— Everything goes white.

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.

I step closer to the star, cut my hand, and place my bloodied palm on it. “Blood in, blood out. Blood of my blood will and shall always remain the keepers of the star. In this day, at this time, on this alignment, I promise—blood of a queen, blood of a hunter, and blood of the alpha—we promise to keep the natural order. We will fight for what is right and protect what must be protected. This is the promise of the new order.” The star grows brighter and brighter, forcing me to close my eyes. When I open them again, I find myself in a soft bed, warm and comfortable. I blink, disoriented, and realize I’m back in the castle, back in my body.