Novel & Cerita Throne Of Glass For Adults

Mom chuckled and gave him a flying kiss. "Geez, I don't wanna see you guys flirt anymore. I am done. Goodnight dear folks." They wished me back as I went upstairs in my room. Taking a shower, I sat down at my bed. My gaze fell over the book kept on the table. Right, I should start with the assignment. "Myth of The Broken Throne". I mumbled opening the book. The pages were yellowish, a little tattered on the corners, clearing showing how old it was. Nonetheless, the classic vibes were all I needed to jump into the story.

They could smile at me all they wanted, and I would simply smile back. "Bring my niece here," Uisdean called from his gigantic throne. The throne was carved from obsidian and polished to look like glass. Uisdean sat in it casually; one arm draped over the table in front of him while he sipped from a goblet of wine. At least, I hoped it was wine. The wall behind him was covered in black, thorny, thick vines and hanging from them was a banner with a device embroidered on it, just like the one in the Twilight Castle. Except this device had a silver moon instead of a star and its background was completely black.

The sound of clinking glasses filled the room. “You’re all here! Welcome back, my princess and my lovely grandchildren,” said Vernon with a smile. “I have an important announcement to make regarding my decision to step down from the throne. It gives me great pleasure to congratulate my only grandson, who will take over my position when he comes of age.” He smiled again. “I must say, he possesses an exceptional intellect, surpassing even that of his mother and grandfathers.” They applauded and turned to Agustin, who was simply observing them. Vernon nodded at Agustin and raised his glass.

Unlike the standard military maps the wolves had captured over the years, this one detailed the hidden infrastructure of the spires—the veins of stolen primordial magic that pulsed beneath the surface. "The high thrones are protected by a continuous shimmering ward," Orion explained, his voice crisp and focused as Lucian, Navarien, and Garick leaned over the table. "The Elders call it the Aegis of Glass. To a frontal assault, it’s completely impenetrable. Any physical force or standard elemental blast that hits it will simply be absorbed and reflected back twofold." "Then a siege is out of the question," Garick grunted, his heavily scarred brow furrowing as he crossed his arms. "My wolves wo

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

Virelle leaned closer to the window. Gold had always been faint in them, subtle enough to look almost brown in normal light. But now, under the fractured moon, they were brighter. Not fully gold, it was threaded with silver. Her stomach dropped. “No,” she whispered. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The girl in the reflection did the same. But the eyes looking back at her did not belong to the person she had been yesterday. And deep beneath the academy, beyond stone and oath and blood, something seemed to stir in answer.

She was a finalist too, but she couldn’t travel home because of his threats. Only the security lights glowed. She walked the path to Hawthorne Hall like a criminal returning to the scene of the crime. As instructed, his office door was ajar, a sliver of warm lamplight spilling into the hall. She knocked once. “Enter.” Gabriel Thorne stood at the window, back to her, silhouetted against the city lights beyond the glass. He wore only black trousers and an open white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows. The room smelled of cedar, old books, and something darker—arousal, perhaps, and the faint scent of an aphrodisiac.

The sudden explosion of sound tore the air apart, turning every stained-glass window in the grand throne room into a million lethal, glittering daggers, and the sanctuary instantly turning into a lethal storm of falling crystals. I throw my body over Aichonne once more, protecting her from the deadly rain of falling glass shards as they slice through the air.

“You are the key—and the blade. The one who may heal, or the one who may destroy.” Maya’s skin prickled as the water around them shimmered. A pulse of energy rippled outward, and then the voice came—not Sirena’s, not anyone’s, but something ancient that thrummed with power. "When sea meets shadow and moonlight bleeds, A child of three shall rise from need. Wolf of white with eyes of ice, Bound by blood yet torn by vice." Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin.

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.