Throne Of Glass 6 Novels & Stories

Rhett began giving me details as he stood at the entrance of the door behind me. My eyes landed on the empty pedestal, the one that should have held Tala’s crown. Something Kellen had commissioned especially for her for tomorrow's ceremony. “Fuck,” I sighed, catching Rhett and Dana’s attention. “They stole the Queen’s crown. How the fuck did they get in here?” I groaned, more than a little annoyed. Tonight was definitely turning into more of a shit show than it already was.

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.

She stepped inside, panting in the cold. The fire was waiting. Not flame as mortals knew it, but spirit—burning at the heart of the ruin, coiled in golden light. “Elara Sterling,” it murmured, voice like embers crackling. “Daughter of Robin. Daughter of ash.” she dropped to her knees with a pounding heart. “Why do you call me here?” "Because you are not just a child of man." The fire swirled, creating shadows that moved like warriors. “You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.”

It burns through every name he tried to use as a collar. Queen. Mate. Vessel. Blood. Property. The mirrors fracture in full. Across every shard, a thousand versions of me move. One walks from the throne. One breaks the chain around her wrists. One closes Kael’s eyes and rises. One stands between Lily and a blade. One places both palms over her heart and refuses to be hollowed out for anyone’s future. The glass fills with footsteps. Every version walking away. Every lie losing its body. Draven’s face goes pale.

But what they had called was no longer theirs to command. The ritual chamber split under the pressure. Black fire burst through the cracks, crawling along the carved runes like veins filled with poison. Patricia shrieked, clutching her head as stones rained from the ceiling. Elara stumbled back, candle dropping from her hand, her face twisted in horror. And Gloria—Gloria only smiled. Her veil slipped, her teeth bared. She drank in the sight like wine. “She’s waking,” she whispered. “Our queen of ruin. Our key.”

His skin was the color of obsidian, and his voice, when he spoke, sounded like a thousand screaming voices merged into one. ​"Winifred! Cassian!" Thorne’s voice boomed, vibrating the very stone beneath our feet. "The debt of the First Pact is due! Give us the Crown of Shadows, or watch as the North is turned into a graveyard of the Void!" ​"He is not Thorne anymore," Winnie said, her hand finding mine. Her skin was ice cold, but her eyes were burning with that violet fire I had grown to love. "He is just a vessel for the Master."

Nico replied as a massive explosion rocked the floor beneath us and the windows shattered into a thousand pieces of glass. I looked at the Black Ledger sitting on the nightstand and I felt a cold surge of adrenaline because the calm was finally over and the storm had arrived, and I knew that the Widow had made her final move and now it was our turn to show her exactly what happens when you try to cage a Moretti.

"...make the choice I never did." The silver world completely fractured. Light exploded around Grayson. The last thing he saw... Was Ardyn raising his ancient sword toward the darkness. And the last thing he heard... Was the First Blood King's final command. "Find your Queen." Back inside the Temple... The sixth stone door burst inward. Not outward. Inward. As if something beyond it had struck it with impossible force. The entire chamber shook violently. The five Wardens immediately drew ancient silver weapons. For the first time...

The scene changed again. We were in the suite in the villa. He heard me pounding on the door with all my strength, screaming for help until my voice broke. He clutched his head, shaking. "No… That's not how it was… I didn't…" The scene shifted once more. It was the night before the final exams. Wendy came to me with red, tearful eyes, begging me to help her cheat. I refused without hesitation, and then, everything unfolded, from how she found those thugs, how she staged it all, how she framed me step by step.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.