Throne Of Glass Chronological Order Novels & Stories

he added, his smile fading, “have other eyes. The Wheel is not yet finished.” As they turned to follow him, Leigh felt not the elation of victory, but the cold, certain knowledge that this had been only the first skirmish. Gryffen was a symptom. The Shattered Wheel was the disease. And the real fight, she sensed with a chill that had nothing to do with the mountain air, was just beginning.

"I want to finish him myself." She lunged from the high tower window dropping toward the blood-soaked courtyard, below where Damon stood waiting. But as she fell, her golden light illuminating the battlefield, the massive iron portcullis of the Citadel's underground vaults suddenly screeched open, and a completely unflagged rogue legion of giant, silver-armored wolves poured into the courtyard led by a figure wielding an executioner's axe who didn't attack Damon's wolves but swung directly at her brothers’ royal guard.

The thing weighed nearly twenty pounds, and the old injury in my arm was already throbbing again. Just six steps away from the main table, Anrina suddenly stretched out one foot and hooked it against my ankle. I fell forward instantly. The champagne tower crashed to the ground with a deafening explosion. Glass shattered everywhere. I slammed hard into the sea of razor-sharp shards. Pieces of glass pierced my palms, my forearms, my knees. Leon rushed over immediately. He grabbed the screaming Anrina first and pulled her tightly into his arms before finally lowering his gaze to me, covered in blood on the floor.

A second pulse shook the mountain—but this time, it didn’t throw her off balance. This time, it bowed. The throne’s magic slammed into her one final time—ruthless and unfiltered. Her spine arched as visions assaulted her: the founding of the mountain court, the coronation of the first queen, the wars, the betrayals, the fires. And at the center of it all—Serena, standing at the crossroads of history. When she opened her eyes, they glowed white. The throne stopped pulsing. Silence. And then—

The hall fell silent, the storm of battle broken at last. Serenya lowered her hands, shards slipping through her fingers, her blood mingling with glass on the floor. She felt no triumph, only the weight of what had been lost. A crown of glass could shatter—but could it ever be remade? As silence deepened, Maelis Rowan, the seer, stepped forward from the shadows. Her voice, soft yet heavy with portent, echoed through the hall: “This was not the end, child. Shattered glass gives way to sharper edges. And those edges cut deeper still.”

But it was Elara… It was Elara who walked into the heart of the fortress alone. The Throne of Nightglass sat untouched at the center of Kaer Nyx. No ruler had sat upon it since the last eclipse of the First Age. Its surface reflected not light, but truth—twisted, ancient, raw. When Elara approached, the flames behind her eyes flared. She sat. The stone did not burn her. It recognized her. And in that moment, every torch in the fortress lit with silver flame. Later, at the high table carved into the summit ledge, the final council met.

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She held up his index finger and cast a deadly magic, the violets. "Tonight is the last full moon in a hundred years. The most appropriate time to start a new life. I am Queen Millorick and my magical kingdom will be the most powerful and invincible ruler!" She shouted and was followed by the horrifying noise of the other witches. Then she took out an object that I had expected, the silver chalice. Millorick had the chalice of flames, while the other two were still safely stored in Glaze. "But we're still missing two of our most precious items.. Even if we only have the second cup, we can become immune to fire by drinking their blood!"

As a result, the magical potion could tell if they were descended from the witch lineage or the dark sorcerer bloodline. The Wheel of Time signifies the constant spinning of time and reflects nature's cycles of death and rebirth. The celebrations begin on the longest night of the year and culminate in the celebration of the lengthening days and the return of the light at the end of the festivity. The gatherings lasted twelve days, during which time the twenty young witches feasted, burned Yule logs, and congregated at the secret sanctuary.