روايات وقصص ضمن Romantic Order Throne Of Glass

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.

She continues, her eyes following Vacura as she walks to the throne. The young Queen takes a deep breath, bows to the throne, takes the steps one at a time and turns when she is in front of the throne. Then she sits down, her hands folded in her lap. It takes a second where nothing happens, but then the chair explodes in a blinding light, which booms out of the room in waves. Rue, Eslina and every other dragon in the room gasps, all of them immediately kneeling to the ground. Tristan, Tara, Tilly and I look on as I notice Oloron and Tilara enter the throne room in the shadows of the window. They nod to me, but stay where they are, observing what is happening. And what is happening I have no

She cut her palm against one of the broken edges, and a drop of blood fell onto the Moonstone. The reaction was immediate. The entire chamber exploded with silver light. Kael shielded his eyes. The Dark Alpha dropped to one knee. Selene stared in awe. Elara whispered, "Moon Goddess..." The throne began rebuilding itself. Broken pieces lifted from the floor and floated into place. Stone connected to stone. Silver light fused every crack. Within seconds, the ruined throne had become whole — but it wasn't the same throne. Silver and black patterns covered its surface. A crescent moon sat above a dark wolf. Two symbols intertwined. Moon. Darkness.

He took a moment to stare at it, a sadness filling his emerald eyes as he traced his thumb across the tiny rubies that had been encrusted into the golden branches. He placed the crown on Alora's head, taking a step back from us. "I, Erik Bloodstone, hereby step down from the throne and give it to Damon Bloodstone and Alora Elwood." His voice rang out into the room. Magic filled the space igniting around us as the ribbon wrapped around mine, and Alora's hands started to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, consuming the ribbon entirely.

Chapter 107 - Coronation and Promises “Are you ready for this?” Maxton asked, his hand tightened slightly around Georgia’s as they stood behind the grand golden doors of the palace’s throne room. Georgia drew a slow breath, her fingers instinctively brushing against the fabric of her coronation gown. It was elegant, shimmering with fine threads of silver and gold, symbolizing her role as the bridge between strength and grace. She met Maxton’s gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs as she replied. “Ready or not, there’s no turning back now.”

“Aolis, Lily, when all of this is done, we need to talk about the two of you taking over the throne. Now that you have both accepted your paths, it is time for my reign to end and yours to begin.” “When this is done, we will make the arrangements.” Aolis tells him. That night, when we return to our room, Aolis slowly strips me of my clothes. As I stand naked in front of him, I slowly remove his clothes, letting them fall to the floor. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands going into his long white-blond hair, pulling him to me for a passionate kiss. As his tongue slides inside my mouth, he slides his long length into my aching body. My body welcomes him, drawing him in

____ The magic city of Mala Inside the throne room, there are 7 thrones with an empty throne in the middle, while the other 6 are occupied by 5 people (Noe- Elf Queen, Nay- Druid Queen, Nia- Fairy Queen, Noa- Ice Queen and Violet- Shadow Dragon) and one little child (Erin- the Vampire Queen). They all wear white clothes that are closed complete with masks.

My hand was looped through Christian’s arm, and his steady presence was the only thing keeping me grounded as the double doors slowly creaked open. The sight before me took my breath away—the hall was illuminated by soft, golden lights reflecting off the high ceilings. The decorations were nothing short of grand, with elegant tapestries and rich emeralds and golds lining the walls. Christian had truly outdone himself. My gaze swept across the room, seeing the sea of pack members and allies standing beneath us, waiting, their heads turned toward the staircase. Dominic’s booming voice echoed across the hall, his words carrying the weight of ceremony and honor. “Please welcome Royal Beta Christ

The second was; the scene displaying right before her eyes wasn't sure of a good ending. "Luna, here's the drink you-"A maid chirped scurrying over to her. Even before she could fully reach her, she slammed her hand on the tray and the two glasses of drinks that was meant for her husband and her, fell on the floor and shattered into pieces. ~Present~