Romantic Order Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

Erin chuckled, and Agustin simply grinned. “I wish.” They shared a laugh, and Erin wrapped his arms around Agustin’s shoulders, remarking, “You’ll have to grow up first before you can sit on the throne,” gesturing towards their grandfather and Uncle Vernon’s majestic seat. Agustin stared at the throne and asked, “Should I? Do I deserve the throne?” He looked at his Uncle Erin, smiling.

She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her. Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Kohl whispered to her, "Queen of the iron throne." Just a housekeeper at the Palace, remember? I'm not one of the maids vying for your love.

I say to Cara. "Because she looks like a Goddess Alec, and not just any Goddess, but Aphrodite." she says. "I know, but it feels more than that," I add before taking my gaze off her and up to the girl. "Act with me, will you?" I smile at Cara back as she huffs and closes her eyes for a second knowing what I'm asking. "Then you owe me," She speaks a deal making me chuckle. "Anything you want Cara of the kingdom of grendor," I speak formally making her chuckle.

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.

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

Vivienne’s throat tightened. “Promise?” “I swear.” Outside, thunder rolled distantly. And somewhere below, Margaux Laurent began preparing for war.

Daniel’s thin lips moved to cast a solemn spell. The surrounding wind slowly turned strong, bringing out the glass-like stairs that appeared from the sky until they were near the tree where he was now. The figure of a young woman with dark red hair and completely white eyes moved gracefully down the stairs and stood opposite him. The long tail of her dress was still hanging on the stairs. He gave his respect to that figure, the first rule that all supernatural beings must follow when a god or goddess descends from their throne in the heavens to the earth.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

On both sides of the aisle, dozens of the family's elite assassins knelt on one knee with their heads lowered in respect. I had changed into a dark crimson couture gown and sat lazily against a leather sofa chair, swirling a glass of red wine in my hand. The man seated across from me reached over and gently rubbed my head. Rossi Nostra. Heir to the Nostra family. The eldest son of the Don. My brother. "Welcome home, Principessa." I gazed quietly at the endless sea of clouds outside the window. "Brother." My voice was soft. "I want everyone involved in hurting my child... dead."