Throne Of Glass 5 Novels & Stories

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

Today, they took this walk together, and to her, the thrones awaiting them at the end were not half as important as the man next to her. Yes, the thrones. Once different like day and night, one black, one gold, they were now a matching pair. Nathaniel had made himself clear in this regard: Katherine's throne had to be just as big as his own and of similar form. Yet the craftsman had taken his freedom on the material, surprising everyone. Beside the obsidian throne with the sharp black icicles on top, stood a throne out of glass. Minuscle diamonds, inlaid in the lean, fractured the sunlight that shone through the windows on the left and filled the whole, formerly dark hall with sparkles of li

The reflection raised her hands, and the mirrors lit with ancient, bright, silver-white light. “This place wasn’t a ruin.” “It was a throne room.” Alessia inhaled sharply. Kael’s eyes widened. Kade whispered, “A throne… for what?” The reflection answered, "The first empress." The air became tense. The ground pulsed. The ruins shifted, glowing white cracks racing across the stone. The Mirrors whispered in unison: “And now… she must rise again.” The reflection pointed directly at Alessia. “You must finish what I died for.”

The queen's copies returned to the original body. "I will send someone to call you when the second moon rises." She instructed them. The 13 left the throne room and went their separate ways. The two girl wielders head to the garden and sat on a white bench under a Terror Tree. This type of tree gives beautiful purple flowers that bloom on its branches. The youngest wielder removed her mask revealing a beautiful girl with golden eyes. She also removed her hat and undoed her white long hair. She's Number 5. "Do you think that Her Majesty isn't feeling well?" She asked Number 7.

The roar of the slam echoed through the empty office. This was about the Elysian legacy. The empire. The inheritance.Alexander couldn't be allowed to win. Not this time. Nathan grabbed his phone, fingers sliding across the screen. Victoria answered on the second ring. "Nathan, darling, what's wrong?" "Mother, we have a problem." He paced again,tension resonating in his voice."It's about Alexander's little fiancée." "Isabella?" Victoria's perfect enunciation made the name sound like a curse. "What about her?"

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Jayden caught her before she fell. “What the hell was that?” he growled. Maelis stood unmoving, high above, her golden veil fluttering in a wind that had no source. “The fifth seal is breaking.” Seraphine was already casting shields, muttering incantations in a dead tongue. “No... It’s more than a seal. Something’s coming through.” Suddenly, the great black crystal that stood at the heart of Theras—older than even the Flame Trials—shivered. It cracked.

There are five vampire Thrones and each of us have our duties. The First Throne, the North: ruled by Marcellus. He's the oldest vampire male amongst us, created by the same master as myself although we both have never served our sire before. We don't even know him, but somehow, we both can feel him. We know he's alive, but why he has never claimed us, we don't know. And if there's anything Marcellus and I have in common it's that we aren't going to serve any master, no sire. We have our Thrones. We are kings, not slaves, and we'll do anything to protect that legacy. The Second Throne, the East: ruled by Akasha. She's the oldest vampire female amongst us. She is a devious and ferocious warrio

But it was Elara… It was Elara who walked into the heart of the fortress alone. The Throne of Nightglass sat untouched at the center of Kaer Nyx. No ruler had sat upon it since the last eclipse of the First Age. Its surface reflected not light, but truth—twisted, ancient, raw. When Elara approached, the flames behind her eyes flared. She sat. The stone did not burn her. It recognized her. And in that moment, every torch in the fortress lit with silver flame. Later, at the high table carved into the summit ledge, the final council met.

“If they want the power left behind, then we make damn sure they don’t take it.” Rael cursed. “We’re outnumbered, and you just destroyed the one thing that could have killed them outright.” Elior’s gaze locked onto the remnants of the throne. The shattered stone still pulsed faintly, the last echoes of a power long thought absolute. Myrra had said it herself, voids were meant to be filled. Which meant there was still power left. A plan formed in his mind, reckless and desperate. “Myrra. Can you channel what’s left of the throne?”