Throne Of Glass Chronological Order Novels & Stories

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

“No my dear, I do not see everything. What I can say is that a war is coming, and as strong as you both are, there are others who hold power too. I cannot see the final outcome because it has not been determined. And my limits of help do not stretch far, unfortunately. Your knights are your protectors; the king, the commander, the councilor, and the savior. They will play a key role in your battle against Orion. You have already found your four Knights. Before the third moon after the spring equinox, you must take your places on the thrones of Riocht. Failure to do so will be the demise of shifters and mankind alike. Save the people before they fall into darkness. He must not succeed. Your b

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

One that felt foreign yet familiar. Aerisyr Flameborn daughter of Elisyr Stormborn and Altiris Flameborn daughter of fire and queen of the broken crown, come forth and spread your wings. My breath hitched as I watched the flames part, their ends bowing slightly. At the centre, an old scroll that was bound in sygils that shifted constantly. Hovered like they were alive. Fingers wrapped around my heart, squeezing till there was nothing left, not even pain. “I don’t think I’m supposed to touch that,” I whispered.

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

“The sickness, it’s spreading East now. Even unmated girls. Some say it starts when they dream of silver fire.” Silver fire. I turned toward Lyra’s window across the courtyard. A faint light pulsed behind her curtains, like a heartbeat. The realization struck hard enough to steal my breath: whatever was happening to her…it wasn’t stopping. It was spreading. And the moon above us—our goddess, our oldest secret—was no longer watching. She was waking, and the world was already beginning to break.

You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs: ARC I — The Firebrand and the Crown (Ch. 1–75) → She infiltrates the empire of the man who killed her family. → He sees her. Spares her. Keeps her. → Obsession ignites, and so does the city. ARC II — The Ruin and the Ring (Ch. 76–150) → Enemies become allies. → Trust erodes. Desire deepens. → Betrayal explodes everything. ARC III — The Ghost and the Mirror (Ch. 151–225)

It was only a matter of time before his entire body succumbed to the flames. The throne room was silent. It was like everyone was holding their breath for the young prince, saying their goodbyes. I kept my eyes on my nephew, the last honor I could give him before he passed, when suddenly, light like I've never seen before began spreading in the room. The light seemed to have a life of its own as it went into Avani. Murmurs broke out in the throne room and all eyes turned to the werewolf girl, still kneeling on the floor, her eyes fixed on my nephew.

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

Whole. Then... Darkness. An eighth throne emerged from the shadows. Empty. Watching. Waiting. The seven lights flickered. One by one. Until the memory shattered. I gasped. Kael tightened his grip on my shoulder. "What did you see?" I met his eyes. "It wasn't built with the others." Lucien frowned. "What wasn't?" "The eighth throne." The connection confirmed it. "It came later." A horn echoed from the eastern watchtower. One long blast. Then another.