Throne Of Glass Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I told you, Tatiana. No children.” “But it’s a blessing,” I rasped, my voice hoarse with emotions. “No, it’s a curse,” he bellowed. “A poisonous thorn.” His face twisted. I didn’t recognize him. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing. Harder and harsher. My lungs seized.

They humiliated her, hurt her, bullied her without mercy. Until a handsome young man appeared—Darius Blackthorn. He helped her, protected her, and gave her the attention she had never received, making her heart slowly open to him. Until fate, guided by the Moon Goddess, united her with the man she had loved in silence for seven years through a sacred marriage. Rayna appeared happy, becoming the Luna of the city’s strongest Alpha, her husband, Darius. But something changed in him. Darius now was harsh, belittling, always hurting her without mercy. Yet she believed this was a trial, demanding she become a strong Luna.

He stopped so close that the heat radiating from his body made the silk of my robe cling to my damp skin. ​"The contract was a cage, Elara," he whispered, his hand coming up to tilt my chin back. His thumb traced my lower lip, pulling it down slightly. "This... this is a throne. You aren't just a Vance anymore. You are a Thorne. And my wolf is losing his mind because he can still smell the Priest’s magic on you." ​"I washed it off, Kaelen," I breathed, my heart starting that frantic, familiar rhythm.

The Thornevale brothers and their father would become nothing but ants beneath our feet. We would crush them. We would destroy them and reclaim everything they had stolen from us and from the innocent people of the realm. Justice would breathe again through the woods. And I would sit on the throne with Odette by my side as my queen. It would be a new dawn— one I could already sense on the horizon. All that was left was her presence. And as if summoned by my thoughts, the air shifted. A sweet, irresistible scent of Blood Orange filled the woods. Her scent.

“Then you reject the North! You will be a Queen of nothing!” “I don’t want a throne of bone,” I roared, my violet-silver fire erupting in a column of heat that shattered the ice pillars. “I want a Throne of Blood and Breath!” I didn't sit on the Obsidian Throne. I Smashed it. I raised the Sovereign-Fang and drove it into the center of the obsidian seat. The volcanic glass didn't just break; it Exploded. The "Too Much" energy that had been bottled up for centuries was finally released, flooding the hall in a tidal wave of Violet-Gold Marrow.

“And if you had, I would have ended you too. Don’t think for a second I would’ve mistaken you for anyone else, before I started harboring feelings.” I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze with a smirk tugging at my lips. “You still wouldn’t have. Katherine was ready to cover for me, as long as it gave her the chance to step into my place. Everyone wants a piece of my throne, Thorne. The only difference is I’ll burn them all before I give it up. I'm back for good.” Suddenly, the light flickered, first once, then again. A sharp crack of electricity sparked near the ceiling, and in the next breath, everything went black.

I stayed there, fingers pressed to the cold glass, eyes fixed on the trees swaying outside in the wind. She was wrong. Aria was mine. She could pretend. She could push me away. She could let Ronan whisper soft promises in her ear. But the bond was still there. Still alive. And I would have her back. Even if I had to burn down every piece of this kingdom to do it.

"You're changing, Ruby. The girl who entered my manor wouldn't recognize the woman standing here." "The girl in the manor was a lie," I replied, my hands tangling in his shirt. "This... this is the truth. Broken, dangerous, and yours." Nevan kissed me—a hard, brief seal of our pact. The war was coming to its climax, and as the grey Atlantic mist swirled outside the glass walls, I knew that the 'Sovereign' was just the beginning. We were no longer just running for our lives. We were claiming our throne.

And someone help me, I want him right back. A ripple moves through the crowd. Whispers erupt, then grow louder. Heads turn. Fingers point. The Reapers in the stands exchange knowing grins and low, appreciative whistles. Even some of the Varkas look stunned, their cheers faltering as they watch the unmistakable heat sparking between the Reaper heir and the girl they once tormented. A few of the women from my old kingdom fan themselves dramatically, murmuring behind their hands. Cassian Thorne is looking at me like he's already won. How does he do it? Make me so weak. I'm not the only one he's doing it to. Many of the women are staring at him with desire and he wasn't even looking at them.

The silver moon watched over them, a silent guardian to their union, while shadows of greater threats loomed beyond the stone walls. --- In the hidden dungeon, Throne's fury simmered into cold calculation. The mirror's warning echoed in his mind—the chosen bride was more than anticipated. He would adapt, weave new threads into the web. The pack's fate hung by a thread, and he would sever it before the king could tighten his grip. Far off in Silvermist, Linda extinguished her candle, a small smile on her lips. The night had passed, and her boy lived. For now, that was enough.