روايات وقصص ضمن Tell Me Tomorrow Throne Of Glass

“You’re letting them worship you.” “I’m not stopping them.” “Same thing.” Liora tur “My existence now threatens everything. If they don’t believe in me… they’ll destroy me.” Sera’s jaw clenched. “Then what are you going to do?” Liora looked out across the valley. And said: “I’m going to claim the Glass Throne, Then I’m going to find Kael’s last fragment, And then… I’ll decide what should burn.” Auren appeared in the doorway, breathless. “They found something.”

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

“See, my love? You worried that some villain would attack or kidnap you. Nothing happened. And nobody would dare now, not in front of hundreds of guests.” I felt lighter, as if a heavy weight had lifted from my chest. My worries suddenly seemed childish and insignificant. “It’s time to claim your crown. You will be an exceptional queen,” Dorrin added, and I nodded. The large doors of the throne room opened, and we were announced: “The Princess, Miroslava Flameheart, future Queen of Eradrakor, and Lord Dorrin Stormborn, future King of Eradrakor.”

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

I said lightly. He studied me for a long moment, then nodded. “Alright. The archives will be made available to you tomorrow.” “Thank you,” I said quickly. “We should take our leave now. It’s late.” “At least stay for tea,” Thalindra said from the corner of the room. She had been watching us quietly the entire time. “My daughter is already making some.” “No,” I said, standing. “Maybe next time.” Mira and I left immediately. Once Elder Thalos came to the palace tomorrow, I’d have access to the books.

“It’s just a superstition, nothing can corrupt the good in you. Can you concentrate on your honeypot for now, don’t let your mind wander off negative things.” I only want the throne for one reason. Change. A knock echoed through the chamber. We both turned. “Your highness.” a female voice called from the other side. “We are here to prepare you.” Zeth smirked. “It’s time.” Tomorrow. Everything changes. ****

Then it was gone. “Good.” He set the glass down. “You’ll move into my estate tomorrow. My driver will pick you up in the morning. Don’t be late.” Shock went through me. “Tomorrow?” His gaze held mine, firm and certain. “The sooner the better.” The words sat heavy in my chest. I wanted to scream. To fight. To say no. But my throat wouldn’t open. My body felt pinned in place. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I would step into Lucian Draxen’s world.

“So did I.” Neither stepped back. Serena looked down at her glowing hand. “We have to find the throne beneath the mountain.” “And we will,” Elias said. Theron nodded. “But first… we survive the next war.” Serena raised her gaze to the trees. Somewhere deep in the earth, a throne waited. And perhaps—so did the rest of her destiny. But tonight… she let herself fall into their arms. Just for a moment. Tomorrow, the world could burn. Tonight, she would breathe.

"If the girl is of royal blood, the glass will hold. If she is a pretender, the glass will vanish." Morgana stood next to him, a cruel smile on her lips. She leaned over and whispered as I passed her. "Goodbye, little weaver. I hope the shards are sharp." I looked at the start of the bridge. My legs felt like jelly. “Walk,” Alaric’s voice commanded in my head. He was sitting on the throne at the other end of the bridge. He looked powerful, but I could feel his hand gripping the armrest so hard the wood was cracking.

Hannah POV Tomorrow Changes Everything I barely slept. Not because I didn’t want to. My mind simply refused to calm down long enough for rest. Every time I closed my eyes, another thought appeared. Tomorrow I’d become Queen. Tomorrow I’d marry them. Tomorrow the entire kingdom would watch us promise forever beneath the Moon Temple of Alesia. Honestly? My brain was exhausting. By the time dawn slowly began painting pale silver light across my chambers, I was already awake sitting near the window wrapped in a blanket.