Throne Of Glass 5 Novelas e Histórias

It was the debt. The sixteen healers beneath the throne. I felt them. Their marrow was humming. "Heal more than you sever," I whispered, the words tasting like iron. "A pretty lie for children," Adaeze mocked. She raised the shears over Hope’s head. "Wait!" I shouted. I threw myself on the floor, my forehead touching the silver threads. "The Fifth Door. I know what it is." Adaeze paused. The obsidian slivers hovered an inch from my daughter’s fire-slit eyes. "You think you can navigate the bridge? You, who couldn't even choose between a prince and a rogue?"

one of the women whispered. Selene nodded. “I know.” “Then let us fight.” “No.” The women looked up. Selene removed the crown from her head. “The King and I will face the darkness.” “But you…” She looked at the twelve women. “…must protect what comes after us.” The eldest woman began crying. “My Queen…” Selene placed something inside her hands. A tiny silver crystal. No. Not a crystal. A key. The Fifth Key. “Hide it where darkness will never find it.”

“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.

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

The Fifth Law says the High Council speaks for all packs, and until yesterday, no one had ever told them no. I meet them in the throne room. Not Draevor’s throne room with the wolf skulls and the iron chains bolted to the floor. The old one, the one the castle doesn’t use anymore because it has too many windows and not enough walls to hide behind. If I’m going to negotiate, I want light. I want witnesses.

Very bad. Finally, the goddess spoke. "The fragments are merging." The words hit like a hammer. My pulse thundered. "But I thought—" A sharp pain cut me off. A scream nearly escaped my throat. Something moved beneath my skin. Power. Ancient power. Awakening. The silver throne suddenly cracked. Everyone froze. A second crack followed. Then a third. Moonlight poured from inside. Not reflected light. Living light. Something was trapped within the throne. Something ancient. Something waking up. The mountain roared. A shockwave blasted through the cavern. The throne shattered completely. Silver fragments exploded outward. The blast knocked everyone backward. Dust filled the chamber. Silence follo