Throne Of Glass Chaol Novels & Stories

That alone told me how powerful they were. Lena stepped up beside me, her breath fogging the glass. “That’s House Thorne’s crest,” she said, pointing to the first carriage’s door. “They hold dominion over two southern cities and half the coastal gates. Their heir was in Ashwood years ago.” “Do you see what she’s wearing?” Ingrid whispered, pressing her hand lightly to the window. “That’s obsidian silk. I’ve only seen it once—Professor Callister wore it during the Ascension Gala, and even then, it didn’t move like that. Look at how it catches the light.”

"DIE!" The whole arena shook, crystals began to appear from the air. Chloe noted that Thēna's inner core was concentrated which amazed her. Such destructive magic power in a calm inner core. Thēna sure control it well. Chloe raised her sheathed sword horizontally in front of her with her two hands then proceeded to trace the design of the sheath with her fingers. Her eyes were closed. Air, water, earth. Crystals can appear anywhere. It can even survive the fire. Chloe can see that Thēna is a potential Kryst.

--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.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

The mortar that bound the stones carried flecks of battlefield ash, a silent promise that their sacrifice would never be forgotten. Where the legendary Nightglass Throne once loomed, an obsidian seat carved to resemble a crown of icicles, now stood a simpler chair: fashioned from blackened moonwood and braided phoenix feathers, veins of gold running through its curves. It neither towered nor dazzled. It waited.

Elara The Throne isn’t a seat. It’s a wound. A jagged monument of black crystal, veins of molten silver pulsing through it like a living heart torn from the chest of some primordial god. It rises at the center of the void, spires hooked like talons toward a sky that isn’t sky—just an endless chasm of stars swirling like an open eye. And Kael stands at its base. His back to me. Shadows curl from his skin like smoke from burning silk, streaming toward the Throne as if gravity itself bends to him. The raw force rolling off him is a tide that steals breath, thought, everything. It shakes the spires around us like they’re nothing more than brittle glass.

“And if my assumptions are correct, it should be made of the same material as the chains.” “What are you trying to say, smarty?” Othello asked him. “If commonplace Night Hallows like us could not touch it, then maybe Chaol can. He is immune to the heat of the Sun, isn’t he?” Asty nodded. “You’re right. Chaol never covers himself and even plays around to bask in the heat.” “Then it is possible that Chaol is keeping the key. Lana, Yvonne, or Owl cannot keep them considering the nature of the stone’s purpose.” the vampire eyed it. “We must find it.”

And they were walking straight into it. The throne itself rose from the center of the Vale, carved from obsidian and bone, crowned with flame that never flickered. It pulsed with ancient magic, the kind that didn’t ask permission. Aria felt it in her chest, pressing against the unborn flame inside her. Luna stopped walking. “He’s here,” she said. Kaelion nodded. “Then we finish this.”

Captain Nora checked the weather scanner on her tablet. “No storm.” Samuel looked around uneasily. “Then what was that?” Elias answered quietly. “The Circle.” ⸻ Far beyond the forest, hidden beneath an immense mountain of white stone, seven empty thrones stood in perfect silence. For centuries, they had remained untouched. Now… One by one… Candles before each throne lit themselves. The first. The second. The third. By the time the seventh flame ignited, the chamber glowed with a soft golden light. The eighth throne remained dark.