Throne Of Glass 6 Novels & Stories

Silas wheezed, his stormy sea-grey eyes bright with a final, terminal clarity. Lyra Thorne was at the feet of the Curator-Hand, her transparent form looking like a charcoal sketch against the black void. She struck the hand with her obsidian blade, but the impact was absorbed by a "Transaction Barrier"—a wall of glowing gold symbols that represented the "Reader’s" final bids for the "End of the Saga."

Everyone was waiting for me. Eldric is seated across the Spiritfang—who despite his blindness sits powerfully at the head of the table. Thalos Greymane is seated at my father’s left side. I am to marry his daughter. His wife is seated right beside him, Thalindra Greymane. Eira Wolfshade and Kaelen Throneclaw are the remaining two Elders that complete this table, and it has been this way for the longest time. All chosen by the Moonspirit.

The headlines were already swirling: The Rebirth of Thorne: A Legacy of Love and Power. Inside, the gardens had been transformed into a cathedral of glass, white peonies, and gold leaf. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a declaration. It was Gabriel Thorne showing the world that his house was no longer made of secrets and shadows, but of light and unyielding strength.

It wasn't the kind of silence that ruined an evening, just the heavy, private truth of six people who loved the same stubborn, difficult woman enough to let her fight her battles, even when it hurt to watch from across the baseline. Evan reached over, his hand settling flat over Mei’s wrist, his warmth grounding her before the weight could pull her under. Kenji raised his glass into the amber light, his face completely devoid of its usual mockery for the first time all night. “To the girl who is currently making everyone miserable somewhere else,” Kenji said softly. Six glasses lifted into the space above the table, clicking together in a quiet, synchronized circle. “To Zoya,” they said. ———

"It won't just shine on anything." He was wrong. The moon separated entirely from the mountains. At the same time, they saw a beam of purest silver shot out to strike the golden lockets. They could hear the chanting from the princess, and there was a flash like summer lightning. Cassandra and Ruslan nearly fell backward. They were all blinded. When they could see again through the dazzling after-image, the amulets were topped with a ghostly flame, translucent and radiant as the moonlight itself, rising twelve feet into the air.

He’d guessed that they’d have to travel far and wide to find it; he'd never imagined that Thor would be so crafty to store his most valuable treasure right under his captors’ feet. Thor suddenly flew across the courtyard, and Kyle followed on his heels. He dove down, and landed on a far rampart of the tower. Thor went over to an unusually large stone, bent down, scraped out the mortar, and revealed a secret opening. Kyle leaned over, and was shocked to see a small vial of bright green liquid. He reached in to grab it. Thor reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "You touch that vial, and you die,” Thor said. “It's porous.”

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.

The Throne shatters and grows in the same breath, spines twisting like serpents. And in the heart of it— Us. Burning. Breaking. Becoming. The Throne roars a promise in my skull: If I can’t have you, I’ll take HER. And then— Everything goes white.

“He will not wait long. The eclipse ends at dawn. And when the light returns, the final gate will open. He will rise to claim the throne.” “What throne?” Ivy asked, steadying herself. “The Blood Throne of Noctaria,” Nyxara said. Forged by the first rogue wolf king, soaked in the blood of his enemies. It was buried when he fell… but your daughter’s awakening has stirred it. Jayden’s voice was dark. “Then we end this before he reaches it.” Nyxara gave a solemn nod. “He’ll rise from the catacombs. That’s where the throne is buried. You must get there first.”

“The Miller household has never been wealthy. Her father is only a minor royal archivist.” “And her stepmother manages the family now. If anything of her mother’s inheritance survived at all, we should consider it a miracle.” The crowd watched as the chests were carried past. “They hardly seem heavy.” “Of course they are not. Compare them with the Princess Hazel’s procession earlier today. One hundred and twenty chests, and the porters could barely lift them.” “Well, Hazel is the legitimate princess of the Northern Kingdom.” “And Ava Miller is merely a clerk’s daughter.” A few people laughed quietly.