Throne Of Glass For Adults Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.

Chapter 4 By: Tofunmi Nikky Elena's POV: I had been working as a slave for almost two god-damned months in this stinking shithole of Crescent Moon pack. My life turned upside down just about two months ago. I turned eighteen one month back but still haven't found my mate.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

The mansion's grandeur loomed even larger in the twilight, imposing and intimidating. Just as we were about to enter, Tyler paused, retrieving an elegant box from his pocket. He revealed a stunning diamond ring, leaving me in shock. "Tyler, what's this?" I stammered. Tyler grinned and urged me to put it on. "It's in the contract, Madison, and I'll give you a copy to review later." With trembling hands, I let him slide the ring onto my finger, its sparkle catching the ambient light. The ring symbolized our connection, a stark reminder of the life I was stepping into.

Chapter 17 ~Unknown pov~ There’s a mask on my face, I was seated on a throne with a glass of red wine in my hands but not taking a sip from it. I was the only one in the empty room it was filled with cobwebs and dust. But I did not mind. Soon, it would be over. Damien Thorne, I’ll be coming for you and make you regret what you did. I turn the glass and empty the contents on the marble floor, making the red wine look like blood in my eyes.

It had a short depth and in total the glass in its rounded shape fit perfectly into her palm. "Before wally proceeds, she would like all to to know that the glass of choice does not necessarily choose the next queen, it points out the lady who will bear the next heir to the throne of Luyota which is why the prince has to be betrothed to that very lady. I shall proceed." she slowly walked over the first little girl in the queue and threw the glass before her feet but it did not break. That was the uniqueness of Luyota's glass of choice. A normal glass has to break if it falls to the ground but that was never the case with the ancient glass of choice. It only disintegrated before the feet belo

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Captain Nora checked the weather scanner on her tablet. “No storm.” Samuel looked around uneasily. “Then what was that?” Elias answered quietly. “The Circle.” ⸻ Far beyond the forest, hidden beneath an immense mountain of white stone, seven empty thrones stood in perfect silence. For centuries, they had remained untouched. Now… One by one… Candles before each throne lit themselves. The first. The second. The third. By the time the seventh flame ignited, the chamber glowed with a soft golden light. The eighth throne remained dark.

I screamed his name, my nails scratching the table. He moved us to the big window next. My tits pressed against the cool glass as he took me from behind again, the city lights below us. Anyone could have looked up and seen me getting fucked like a slut, but I did not care anymore. Though the building was so tall and isolated that no one could see us from the ground below. "Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a perfect little secretary. I'm going to fill you up now."

Very bad. Finally, the goddess spoke. "The fragments are merging." The words hit like a hammer. My pulse thundered. "But I thought—" A sharp pain cut me off. A scream nearly escaped my throat. Something moved beneath my skin. Power. Ancient power. Awakening. The silver throne suddenly cracked. Everyone froze. A second crack followed. Then a third. Moonlight poured from inside. Not reflected light. Living light. Something was trapped within the throne. Something ancient. Something waking up. The mountain roared. A shockwave blasted through the cavern. The throne shattered completely. Silver fragments exploded outward. The blast knocked everyone backward. Dust filled the chamber. Silence follo