Novel & Cerita Romantic Order Throne Of Glass

“Remember, child. The pendant is your claim. The mate is your key, only with both will you stand as Luna. Whatever you do, Leora, never give it to anyone. The moment it leaves your hands willingly, the throne leaves with it. That pendant belongs to you alone, and with it, Crestwood’s future.” Leora grips the pendant so tightly her knuckles turn white, the weight of her responsibilities settling in her chest like stone. She could hear the warning ringing in her head “...the sword that killed your mother may one day find you” Her aunt frowned, then stood up and walked to the open balcony.“Not everyone is happy that you are back because your presence threatens others’ claims to power. Some wolv

“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

(Like a dog –) Once upon a happier time, he had imagined a frighteningly beautiful woman on her father’s throne, a golden crown encrusted with red diamonds resting atop on her head, jewelries that were the color of the vibrant sunset-colored eyes he loved so much adorning her and people around her adoring and proclaiming her as their rightful Queen. “Sir Jin Sanscroft,” Queen Ysabel purred–and the illusion shatters all at once as her eyes roved up and down to his form and liking the grief she had brought upon him, “I am most pleased to see you though it is a shame that some of your… fellow knights have failed to come. I wonder why that is?” Sir Crossram, Sir Brighton, Sir Celestine, Sir Ains

His family, used to him avoiding every debutante and heiress like a plague, watched in stunned silence as he cut a straight line through the crowd. Zoya turned just as he breached the circle. Her eyes narrowed, the glass of Rose in her hand tilting dangerously. “Wow,” she breathed, her voice a soft collision of surprise. “The world really is round.” Raiyan didn’t miss a beat. He stepped directly into her space, his shadow swallowing her whole as he looked down with a gaze that was far too intense for a "polite" party. "Actually, it’s just poorly designed," he countered, his voice a dry, low vibration. "I thought I’d be safe from your beverage-based assaults in my own house. I see I was being

Lex had guided her to the center of the platform. She stood in front of the crowd, eyes not wavering. Beside the thrones sat the former queen and king, watching with quiet pride. “My people,” Lex's voice carried across the hall like thunder echoing. “Bare witness, as fate's design is fulfilled. The throne has waited, and now your Luna rises. Your queen.” Beta Tairone stepped forward, bearing an ancient box carved with symbols older than memory. Lex lifted the lid. Inside, resting on velvet, lay a second crown. It was pink as dawn. It magically shimmered.

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages.

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Eraregord, Royal Academy-- "Dane, comprise a list of your best students and have them submit their names to be before tomorrow at noon," Lucian ordered as he took a seat in the headmaster's study. Dane was a tall yet lean man with olive skin tone and piercing red eyes, the colour eyes most vampires seemed to have. "Consider it done, Milord. Do you still wish to hold the tournament?" The headmaster, Dane, asked. His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.