Throne Of Glass 6 Novels & Stories

Even with her mates nearby, even with Zarek's presence steadying her like a mountain beside the sea, something tugged at the back of her thoughts like a fraying thread. She couldn't stop thinking about what Tansa had screamed in the dungeon—"The sixth will rise, not of wolf, not of flesh. He will tear your soul in two." A sixth. The words refused to leave her alone. She found Jon alone in the east wing, seated near a tall window overlooking the frozen woodland that hugged Nightveil's territory. The healing wound on his side still gave him trouble, but he bore it with the same quiet strength he always had. He noticed her before she even stepped into the room.

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

Covering the fingers should be enough for this spell. “Khambasa ga saori.” The revelation spell. A green smoke billowed from where the seal was and I watched as it swirled upwards and formed the image of a little girl. Games, games, games. The devil likes to play games. I smirked. There were plenty of devils in this world, but only two came to mind that was this infuriating. This is either Sufians’ doing... or Nailah's. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sabrina’s not that experienced in infusing magic yet, so it can’t be her.

"It's possible that Alpha Grayson doesn't know Thantos's reputation for killing children." The fire in Iselyn's eyes continues to burn as she glares at him. "Screw you." "You're purebloods," Jace says. "Royalty in Thantos's eyes. It's also possible that he'd rather offer you some kind of deal than kill you and waste your blood." "Yeah," Ice scoffs. "So it's really a fifty-fifty split." I say softly. "Between whether his love of blood trumps his loathing of our father."

She looked from his pale, blood-streaked face to the dead saboteur outside, to the distant, smoking scar of the chasm. Gryffen’s arrow had found its mark. The mountain had taken its price. Not in stone, but in blood. And as she held the unconscious prince, Leigh knew with a certainty that froze her more than the tunnel’s chill: the border war was over. A new, more personal war had just begun. And Makil, in his stubborn, princely way, had just made himself the heart of it. And she, against every instinct of self-preservation, had already chosen her side.

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Eraregord, Royal Academy-- "Dane, comprise a list of your best students and have them submit their names to be before tomorrow at noon," Lucian ordered as he took a seat in the headmaster's study. Dane was a tall yet lean man with olive skin tone and piercing red eyes, the colour eyes most vampires seemed to have. "Consider it done, Milord. Do you still wish to hold the tournament?" The headmaster, Dane, asked. His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters.

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.

Chapter 267: The Glass Dynasty Isang malupit at gumagapang na katotohanan ang sumasakal sa aking sinapupunan, isang lihim na hindi gawa sa laman at dugo kundi sa isinumpang sintetikong lason ng toreng ito. The empire we built from the ash of the old world was supposed to be our sanctuary, a kingdom of pristine glass and silent marble. But standing before the panoramic window of our new dynasty, I realized that the cage hadn't vanished—it had simply found a way to breed inside me.

Vertical ribbons of crimson, indigo, and emerald fire lanced through the atmosphere, ionizing the air until it smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. "The thermal shield is gone!" Vane’s voice screamed through the comms, barely audible over the roar of the collapsing tower. "Audrey, the city of Solaria is melting! The glass is turning back into sand!" Inside the Throne Room, the world was falling apart in slow motion. The floor, once a vibrating surface of gold, was now cracking into jagged floes of obsidian. Aurielle was no longer a goddess of light; she was a flickering ghost, her form oscillating between a woman and a silhouette of static.