Throne Of Glass: Eye Of Elena Novels & Stories

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.

Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind. But her eyes— Her eyes were wrong. The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on the steel counters like moonlight on water.

I could see her through the violet mist standing in a schoolhouse, weeping for a mother she could no longer remember. I reached out and touched the glass. I shouldn't have been able to do it. The Shop’s rules were absolute. But Elara and I shared more than blood; we shared a contract. Using the tip of my fingernail, I scratched a single word into the surface of the violet jar, hoping the vibration would reach her through the "Sovereign Sight." RUN. -------------------------------------------------------------- Elara Thorne I woke up screaming. Kaelen was over me in a second, his hands firm on my shoulders. "Elara! You're safe. You're in the North Wing."

Like her mother, her eyes speak of her heart. Princess Elara is the only daughter of Alpha Dark and Luna Rebecca. She rules the heart of her parents and not only that, but she is everyone’s favorite. All the lights of her room were turned off, the only light coming in was the moonlight from the window. Suddenly someone jumped up through the back wall in her window, and the shadow of a man appeared in the light of the moon. His eyes stare at the body sleeping in the bed. Her hair fell over her face, one hand over her belly, and the other over her chest. She is taking slow breaths and sleeping so peacefully. The man jumped inside the room through the window, he slowly started walking towards E

The entire ceiling to floor stained glass refracted colour lights into the room to lighten the atmosphere, but it only added to the finality of it. This was the last thing you would see before your life was yanked away from you and judgment was passed. Kael sat on the larger throne, looking like a king carved from ice with how stern his face was, while Elena sat beside him in a golden could that caught the light from the stained glass. Auy other day, I would admit that she looked pretty, but today? She looked like the spawn of the devil. The moment she saw me, her lips twitched for a second like she found the entire situation humourous, before she forced it and her face contorted into a mask

“That ends now.” She pointed to a northern ruin “The next god doesn’t rise from ash. It rises from glass.” Theron frowned. “And how do you know that?” Liora looked at her wrist, The mark shimmered again, And in her mind seven thrones flickered. Only one remained lit The Glass Crown. Suddenly A scout burst through the doors. “Report from Blackpine!” he gasped. “They’re under attack from within.” “By who?” Auren asked. The scout trembled. “By a woman with Kael’s eyes.”

Her silver eyes flickered—fear, rage, desperation. I drove forward, the dagger gleaming in my hand. The silver light engulfed the black energy, consuming it, burning it away like sunlight dissolving fog. Elena screamed. Her barrier collapsed. She stumbled backward, falling against the broken remains of her throne. The poison was raging through her body now—black veins crawling across her face, her arms, her throat. She gasped, her hands clawing at her chest. “The crown,” she wheezed. “The crown is killing me… the poison—I—I didn’t know… I didn’t know…”

The whispers began immediately, a low hiss of murmurs that her heightened Luna senses picked up with agonizing clarity. “The low-ranking omega?” “Goddess, look at her scent… she smells entirely of the Alpha King.” “Where is Devon? Is it true he’s in the black cells?” Elena kept her face completely frozen, staring straight ahead at the raised dais where the massive, carved obsidian throne sat. She didn't weep. She didn't look at the floor. She forced her legs to move, stepping up the stone stairs of the platform until she stood before the grand pack Elder, who held a golden chalice filled with ritual blood and moon-water.

hugged Winifred tightly in gratitude. “ Give them back Tobias” James Cooper bellowed across the river, “They are Greysteels, Alpha Darius demands it”. “I do not heed the demands of your Alpha, he has no power here”. “That is where you are mistaken Tobias Keneally, he has total power over you”, a cruel smile came over his face. “Bring her to me” he yelled behind him. The crowd parted and two wolves dragged a small blonde girl forward. Her head dangled down covered by long blonde hair.

Killian growled pushing her to the ground roughly. Elena struggled to get to her feet glaring at Killian head on, "never put your hands on me ever again" "Whatever Elena, let's go, you need to see our army" Killian said grabbing her roughly on the arm pulling her do she could follow him The went through a small tunnel before coming our into a bright room, it was made of glass, Killian and Elena approached the glass screen and a loud gasps left Elena’s lips as she stared at the horror in front of her, she saw species of different kinds standing in rows as men and woman dressed in white lab coats injected thrm with a white and black substance.