Romans & histoires Throne Of Glass Free Ebook

He murdered my family and took me as a trophy to prove he had won. I looked back at the papers in my hand. They were official birth records. Name: Elara Thorne. Parentage: King Alaric Thorne and Queen Seraphina Thorne. I wasn't Elara Fighlo. I wasn't a servant, i was a Thorne. My bloodline didn't just rank high, it eclipsed every Alpha in the territory. We were the originals. I kept reading. There were notes in Rowan’s handwriting. “The girl’s power is growing. Increase the dosage of the binding agent. If her silver fire awakens, the pack will realize she is the true heir. Aiden is starting to ask questions about the girl. I must suppress the bond before it stabilizes.”

Beverly says coldly. “And stay away from the new Alpha.” Then she leaves. Tears blur my vision. My room melts into a swirl of colors. I throw my books off the bed and collapse onto my pillow, crying. I’m pathetic. I’m weak. The Alpha is right. No wolf will ever want my children. The thought makes me cry harder. I turn onto my back. And suddenly I feel something strange. A presence. I open my eyes. My curtains are open. And standing outside my window—

Silas wheezed, his stormy sea-grey eyes bright with a final, terminal clarity. Lyra Thorne was at the feet of the Curator-Hand, her transparent form looking like a charcoal sketch against the black void. She struck the hand with her obsidian blade, but the impact was absorbed by a "Transaction Barrier"—a wall of glowing gold symbols that represented the "Reader’s" final bids for the "End of the Saga."

“And if it sees your fear, it feeds.” ★★★ ★★★ The dormitory was hushed that night, its silence thick and humming. Rain pressed faintly against the window, tapping like fingers that wanted in. Elowyn sat on the bed with her knees drawn close, the dim lamp flickering beside her. The book she’d stolen from the restricted aisle of the Draven Clan’s records lay open before her — older than the Academy itself, its spine cracked, its scent sharp and metallic. The ink on its pages wasn’t still.

Malachai tried to counter it, his hands glowing blue, but the barrier swallowed his spell whole. The light surged again — and then it wasn’t just light. Memories poured through me. My mother’s face. The Forbidden Library. Blood on the stone. The Council kneeling. A voice — hers, distant but clear. “If they bind you, remember the words I sealed within the throne.” I gasped, the words bursting out of me without thought. “Blood commands, but love binds.” The light exploded. The entire chamber shook. The force shattered the invisible barrier and threw the Council to their knees. Magnus fell back a step, shielding his face. The light poured from my hands, from the cracks in the throne, from the a

Nothing useful. Right now, I was going through the last shelves in the library, fingers skimming pages of books that felt older than the palace itself. Dust clung to my skin, my eyes burned from lack of sleep, and my head throbbed with unanswered questions. Mira sat across from me, equally exhausted, though she hid it better than I did. We had spoken to Mima earlier that day about how to get the sacred books—those locked away , forbidden except to a select few. She’d told us that the best person who might have access to texts like that was Elder Thalos.

I said. “What? I would kill to be mated to any member of the Glass family, especially if it involves multiple mates. Except I’d prefer mine to be one girl and two boys, you know, because I’m bi. My point is, the Glass brothers are gold in our world. They are royalty. They are supreme Alphas.” “What? Elodie said an Alpha was the leader of a wolf pack, not Lycans,” I mentioned. “Yeah, Lycans are bigger. Supreme,” she said.

​Nora stood in her dressing room, staring at a gown made of spun gold and crushed ink. ​Suddenly, the mirror in front of her didn't reflect her own face. It reflected the Obsidian Stylus, sitting on her vanity. But the stylus wasn't black anymore. It was Glowing Red. ​A message appeared on the glass, written in Kael Davis’s messy, "God of War" scrawl: ​[LIQUIDATE THE ESTATE. THE CO-WRITER ISN'T THE BOSS. THE READERS ARE THE DEBT. BURN THE SCRIPT OR LOSE THE SON.]

[Silk Against Glass] The Zero Layer was a house of glass, but it felt like a tomb of ice. In the wake of the drawing-room collision, the air in the estate remained charged with the ozone of Dante’s presence and the lingering, floral poison of Elena Moretti-Vane.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**