Throne Of Glass Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

She becomes agitated when her least favorite song is played. Emily James's Dancing With A Thief is now playing. She would have turned her back on him, but he grabbed her waist and took her champagne wine in her hand. He drank it all and threw the glass empty without saying anything. She turned around to see Dr. Hayes catch the empty glass while Abhaya was standing right next to him. They say he’s not the type That walks by twice The boy with the notorious sapphire eyes Look only if you know the risk … She smiled wryly behind the song. Theon had a set of sapphire eyes and she’s drowning from his eyes.

My wolf shrieked, fighting, but his mark slammed the door on her, quieted her down to nothing. Afterwards, I just lay there. Numb. Shaking. He fell asleep. Me? I was a Luna, a wife, an instrument. Now, I touched the scar hidden under silk and gems and wondered if even Seth could break it. I sulked alone as the rain thundered in the palace. Candles flickered and thunder rumbled. I clutched my cloak tightly. And then… Seth. He was there, at the far end of the hall, storming at his back, cloak snapping like he sprouted wings. Lightning in his eyes, aura thick enough to choke on. The air? Feels heavy like standing too close to a bonfire.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t do anything; my eyes filled with tears. “I will give you everything,” Ronan continued, his hand sliding lower towards my hips. His touch felt bold and shameless. “I will give you pleasure. The power of a throne.” “My dear, you just have to stand with me, and you’ll be more than a Luna hidden in the shadows. You’ll be Ronan Grey Thorn’s Alpha Queen when I take the crown.” The world tilted. His words weren’t just arrogance; they were confessions. In that instant, a shocking truth hit me.

"Tell me something interesting, Oryn. If you tell me the Q3 projections are up again, I’m going to throw this glass through the window." "The projections are up," Oryn said, stepping into the light. "But that is not why I’m here." He placed a thin file folder on the black glass desk. "The Thorne merger is complete. Lysander Thorne has officially announced his engagement to Elara Vance." Cyprian scoffed. "Lysander. A man born on third base who thinks he invented baseball. I don't care about his engagement." "You might care about the debris," Oryn said.

she sighed with pleasure, "exquisite. I'd reduce him to trembling not from fear but from the anticipation of my attention. His collar would be inscribed with runes that heighten sensation. Pain becomes pleasure, humiliation becomes desire. And when he finally broke, when that last spark of defiance in his eyes transformed into worshipful devotion, I'd reward him greatly." Nyxios raised an eyebrow, amusement evident in his expression. "Quite the detailed fantasy, Archivist." Thalana straightened, smoothing her archival robes. "Forgive my digression. I'm simply envious." He knew. Every dark elf fantasized of having a human partner.

Thalia's POV We barged into the throne room, and almost instantly, the memory of that day hit me like a wave. The cold, unforgiving floor beneath my feet, the weight of silver shackles biting into my wrists. The burning hatred in his voice – Get her out of my sight. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as my gaze drifted toward the throne. And there he was. Ronan stood tall, his presence commanding even in stillness. He was speaking to Aedric, his expression unreadable, his focus entirely elsewhere. Yet my eyes couldn’t leave him.