Throne Of Glass Fan Cast Novels & Stories

Everyone was waiting for me. Eldric is seated across the Spiritfang—who despite his blindness sits powerfully at the head of the table. Thalos Greymane is seated at my father’s left side. I am to marry his daughter. His wife is seated right beside him, Thalindra Greymane. Eira Wolfshade and Kaelen Throneclaw are the remaining two Elders that complete this table, and it has been this way for the longest time. All chosen by the Moonspirit.

"I swear," My heart shattered into a million pieces. Thorne picked up the crown. It was made of blackened iron and silver, shaped like a howling wolf. He placed it on Damon’s head. "Rise, Alpha Damon!" The room erupted. Damon stood up, his eyes glowing a brilliant, fierce blue. He looked out over his people, his presence expanding until it filled every corner of the room. "And now," Thorne said, silencing the crowd with a wave of his hand. "Before the celebration begins, we acknowledge the union. Lyra Fenn, step forward."

I stood near a pillar and tried to ignore the way my heart was hammering against my ribs, and then the massive gold-leafed doors at the top of the grand staircase swung open and Elena Romano stepped out into the light. She looked radiant in a gown that seemed to be made of liquid diamonds, and she didn't look like a woman who was about to release a neurotoxin into a room full of people, but rather like a queen who was finally ready to claim her throne. She scanned the crowd until her eyes locked onto mine, and she began to descend the stairs with a slow and predatory grace while the heads of the Five Families fell silent and stepped back to create a wide path for her. "Alessia, my dear, it w

become a pillar of white fire that pushed the darkness back. Silas Blackwood stood on the lower dais, leaning heavily on his staff. He was a silhouette of broken marble against the morning light. He looked out at his people—the people he had failed, the people who were currently looking past him toward the woman descending the main staircase. Lyra Thorne didn't walk; she glided. She wore a gown of midnight silk that seemed to absorb the light around her, her shadow-wings retracted but still visible as a dark, pulsing silhouette behind her. Beside her walked the Silver-Crest Queen, and on her other side, Hokan.

The ancient Thorne castle had never been so magnificent. Every vampire lord of note from across the continent was present. The air was thick with the scent of expensive blood-wine and ancient magic. I stood alone in the shadows. Elsie, wearing a priceless gown of moonsilk and wraith-tears, her hair glittering with an elven crown, approached me. A princess from a dark fairy tale. She stopped in front of me, her gaze falling to my chest. I was wearing an obsidian raven necklace.

“For the past year, every cent I spent went into their private accounts. “I used three times the black money to buy out the ace force you were so proud of.” I set down the glass and slowly stood, walking step by step toward Luis. With a swift motion, I drove a dagger straight through his palm, pinning him firmly to the table. His scream echoed through the hall. Darlene trembled all over, stammering as she began to beg for mercy. “Annelise, I was wrong! I’m your mother. I raised you!” Expressionless, I pulled out the dagger and cleanly slit Luis’ throat. Blood sprayed like a fountain across Darlene’s and Angelina’s faces.

And that’s what she wants " a voice echoed from the shadows of the machinery. Queen Valerius—. The thing that wore her shape—glided out from behind a huge brass pillar. Her white silk dress was shredded, revealing a body made of condensed, shifting shadow-matter that bled directly into the floor. Her face was a shifting void. Her laughter was clear, vibrating with the collective hunger of the Void-Eater. "The Council thought they were using her to power their paradise " Valerius hissed, her shadow-tendrils wrapping around the base of the pendulum's housing. ". They merely built a prettier cage. When I shatter the glass the Weaver’s grief will ripple outward. The Capital will turn to ash. The

Adolphus heard him and laughed softly, which proved the child had spoken truth the enemy preferred kept buried. “Blackfang blood, Northridge blood, Moon blood, and unborn throne blood,” Adolphus said, counting each claim with cruel delight. “Your little heir carries one, Daciana surrendered one, the moon offered one, and Maelor carries the last.” Otsana’s face went pale. The bride seal spread another black-silver curve around her gold mark, and the old throne opened like a mouth preparing to swallow her shadow. I stepped beside Niall, not in front of him, because the boy had already earned the right not to be hidden while courage demanded his voice.

" The entire crowd bowed their heads. I stood at the highest point of the staircase, looking down at the hundreds kneeling beneath me. From this day forward, Isabella was dead. The woman who survived was Serena Nostra. One month later. I purged three rebellious factions within the family with ruthless efficiency. Within weeks, the underground networks of Europe and North America were firmly in my grasp. Now, whenever people looked at me, there was only fear. And reverence. Meanwhile, Leon threw himself into expansion like a man trying to outrun madness itself. His men said he slept barely two hours a day. Every waking moment was spent seizing territory and swallowing smaller crews whole. Eve