Romantic Order Throne Of Glass Novels & Stories

I'm legit horrified to say the least. A vampire girl near the window moves from her desk to the front of the room and back so fast that I almost miss it. A fae boy manipulates the light from the windows, bending it into shapes, making the room go gold and then blue and then back to normal like he is adjusting the ambience at a restaurant. One of the mages in the back pulls something from the air, shapes it into a geometric structure that holds for ten seconds and then dissolves. The class watches all of this with a bored contenance as if they have since it so many times.

I stood near a pillar and tried to ignore the way my heart was hammering against my ribs, and then the massive gold-leafed doors at the top of the grand staircase swung open and Elena Romano stepped out into the light. She looked radiant in a gown that seemed to be made of liquid diamonds, and she didn't look like a woman who was about to release a neurotoxin into a room full of people, but rather like a queen who was finally ready to claim her throne. She scanned the crowd until her eyes locked onto mine, and she began to descend the stairs with a slow and predatory grace while the heads of the Five Families fell silent and stepped back to create a wide path for her. "Alessia, my dear, it w

Gasps rippled across the hall. The King surged upright, fury unmistakable. I stepped forward before his anger could ignite the chamber further. “Your Majesty,” I said evenly, “there is no cause for unrest.” Without hesitation, I placed the golden circlet into Alexander’s hands. He blinked, amusement still lingering in his expression before it shifted into something far more serious as I entwined my fingers with his. “I have made my choice,” I said calmly. “I will marry Prince Alexander.” For a heartbeat, Ethan stared at us in stunned silence.

As a matter of fact, Lady Thea Rose is currently the only living descendant of Gaia at the moment. We head to the throne room, and as I step through the door, the music starts as I walk down the aisle; everyone bows to me as I pass. Then I reach the end of the aisle and take my fiancé Imperial Crown Prince Storm Olympus' hand. He is wearing a blue, white, and gold suit. He looks handsome, but not as handsome as Soren Storm and I turn to look at Lord Idur Rognas and Lady Gelene Rognas, twins and descendants of Apollo, as well as the Royal Prophets

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t do anything; my eyes filled with tears. “I will give you everything,” Ronan continued, his hand sliding lower towards my hips. His touch felt bold and shameless. “I will give you pleasure. The power of a throne.” “My dear, you just have to stand with me, and you’ll be more than a Luna hidden in the shadows. You’ll be Ronan Grey Thorn’s Alpha Queen when I take the crown.” The world tilted. His words weren’t just arrogance; they were confessions. In that instant, a shocking truth hit me.

“Then you reject the North! You will be a Queen of nothing!” “I don’t want a throne of bone,” I roared, my violet-silver fire erupting in a column of heat that shattered the ice pillars. “I want a Throne of Blood and Breath!” I didn't sit on the Obsidian Throne. I Smashed it. I raised the Sovereign-Fang and drove it into the center of the obsidian seat. The volcanic glass didn't just break; it Exploded. The "Too Much" energy that had been bottled up for centuries was finally released, flooding the hall in a tidal wave of Violet-Gold Marrow.

His thoughts went to a particular omega, Penelope, His eyes searched for the redhead and spotted her at the center of the ballroom her gaze focused in the direction of the throne “Oh great..." Daniel muttered His uncle was drunk and on the verge of having sex with a slutty woman that was sitting on his lap right in front of everyone's eyes. "Ah!!!” Daniel heard a loud squealing voice echoing through the room which challenged the beat of the music. He ran through the crowd to see the young omega holding a woman by her neck and gleaming into her eyes with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my husband!!" The omega growled. Everyone including the king who was half drunk widened their eyes at th

I retorted, raising my voice this time. "I'm Pamela and I'm the rightful Luna to the throne. I bet you don't know that." She said in a mocking tone. "I don't care," I answered lazily. Pamela's face reddened and I could see the imprints of anger all over, the vein bulging in her neck as she shouted. She walked up to me, pointing her fingers sharply at me, "The Prince is mine. Don't even think about it! He belongs to me and not even a low-life scum bag like you can snatch him away." She barked.

The throne cracks. The wolves howl. Their eyes begin to weep ink. The sky above splinters. I raise my hand and snarl, not as a prince, not even as a warrior....As a mate. “Zenith,” I whisper. The illusion shatters. The grove returns in a burst of dry wind and dust. I fall to one knee, drenched in sweat. Breathing hard. The Lunacrown Thistle sways gently, undisturbed.

The high-stemmed glass, containing a bewitching liquid, carried a deadly intent and was about to hit its target when the mysterious figure caught it. However, the delicate glass couldn't withstand the force of the high-speed throw, and the instant the figure touched the glass, it emitted a crisp sound. The golden liquid spilled onto the ground, resembling a blossoming flower. By the time the mysterious figure turned towards the door, the wolves had firmly guarded the entrance. Alen and the warriors, holding torches, had already surrounded him. "Light the room," Prince Kral spoke. As if a deity commanding his subjects, the statue of the moon goddess hidden behind the throne began to emit a ge