Throne Of Glass Chronological Order Novels & Stories

But I had no choice. Selene’s chant still echoed in my ears. It hadn’t been just any invocation. I didn't understand most of it, but I remembered one word in particular, carved into my memory like an old, ugly scar—Tenebrium. I searched through the archives for books on the forbidden arts, incantations and dark magic and werewolf curses in the hopes that I'd hit the jackpot on one of them. I found a thick, leather-bound book with stained gold letters—the book seemed to be glowing unnaturally, calling out to me. I sensed a surge, Nyra's presence and pried it open.

Maurice said. They seemed to have forgotten all about me as well as the fact that Aunt Melanie had given these things to me. "Ms. Camilla." The chamberlain in charge of delivering the gifts stepped forward. "What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us."

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there. Something moved in the glass. Not her. Not the room. Something just beyond the surface is leaning in. The same wrongness from her dorm. From the shadows that had thickened when she’d flared before. Something old. Patient. Watching. Her magic surged toward it like a tide. “No,” she gasped. She dropped to her knees. Pain ripped up her leg as she landed on the broken glass. Shard bit deep into her bare feet, into the skin beneath the robe’s hem. Warm wetness bloomed, soaking into the silk.

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

**Chapter 72: The Gathering of Thrones** The summons did not travel by messenger. It traveled by power. *** Through roots that whispered beneath the Eternal Glades. Through shadows that stretched across the Obsidian Realms. Through bloodlines, bonds, and ancient pacts long left dormant. *** Raven did not ask. She called. *** And this time— they answered. *** ### The Throne Hall of Valros The great hall had been prepared long before the first arrival. *** Obsidian pillars rose like black glass toward vaulted ceilings carved with ancient sigils—older than the current throne, older than the war, older even than the line of kings that had ruled before Victoria’s father.

I sat at the ridge's edge through the whole of the night and I watched Crimonfrost exist in the dark below me, and when the sky began to pale in the east and the stars went out one by one I was still there, the necklace warm in my fingers, the warmth in my palms steady and unhurried, as though the ruins had been keeping a fire lit for twenty two years and had simply been waiting for me to come close enough to feel it. When the light was sufficient Thane appeared beside me without a word. He looked down at the valley. Then at me. "Ready," he said. "Yes," I said. We went down. ††††††††††††††††††††††††† The ruins looked nothing like the night before.

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.