Novel & Cerita Throne Of Glass In Order

The crown hits the marble floor with a sharp clang just before my father’s body does. The hall erupts in screams. I want to shout, to rush over to him, but my voice sticks in my throat. All I can do is watch the blood pool beneath his throne, creeping toward me. The soldiers kneel, but not for the king—for her. Queen Lunice, my grandmother. “Long live the Queen,” they chant, their voices hollow and obedient. Her eyes meet mine. Those dark, ancient, endless eyes hold me in place across the years. “No male heir shall survive,” she whispers. “The curse has already begun.”

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.

Pierre babbled, more to himself than to the rest of us. “’Tis my understanding a child born of a queen automatically inherits the rights to the throne no matter who the father. ‘Tis an especially useful law amongst oversexed vampires, I believe,” Gwendoline said in a slow, satisfied tone. “Although, ‘tis a boon if the child is actually seeded by the king. I believe I have already delivered the heir to this throne, have I not?” “You have,” I said firmly. “You hide the child?” Pierre asked Gwendoline, accusingly.

I hated it. “The Moon doesn’t make mistakes,” he continued. “The Moon and the Alpha must connect so the pack can return to balance. For that to happen, the Alpha must step into the role set before her. Hence, the introduction ball shall take place in three days. Raven shall move to the Alpha chamber—” Gasps echoed through the chamber. I saw Damien shoulders tense I thought I couldn’t stay in the Alpha chamber until Damien and I had fought for the throne, but I didn’t question it.

Every flicker of his storm-gray eyes in my direction when he thought I wasn't watching. "Competitors," Vera's voice echoed. "Enter." The doors swung open. The Council chamber had been transformed. The thirteen thrones still stood in their arc, but the center of the room was cleared. A large stone basin sat on the floor, its rim carved with unfamiliar, ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, reddish light. In the center of the basin, a fire burned—not orange or yellow, but red, the color of blood.

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

Kaelith asked. "The Voidglass is in position." Eron gestured toward the center of the platform, where the fragments we had retrieved from the vault sat arranged in a careful pattern. They pulsed with faint purple light, responding to something I couldn't see. "The blood needs to be added in a specific order. Fae first, then dragon, Vaelth, Daevari, and wolf last." "Why wolf last?" "Because the wolf blood carries the Primordial's signature. It needs to complete the circle, to seal the connection." Eron's eyes met mine. "Once all five components are in place, the Voidglass will activate. That's when things get difficult."

And in a voice as old as the stars, she said: > “Then choose, flamechild. Sit the throne—or watch your twin take your place.” --- Silence. Theron trembled. Selene felt her heart split. And then— He turned. And walked away from the throne. “No,” he said. The realm trembled. The Queen laughed—once. And vanished in fire. --- The throne cracked. The girl disappeared like smoke. The realm pulsed once—twice— And began to collapse. --- Kael grabbed Selene’s hand. “Go!” They ran—Elira holding Theron’s hand, Rowan and Naeria shielding them with bursts of raw magic as the mirror realm crumbled behind them.

But it was Elara… It was Elara who walked into the heart of the fortress alone. The Throne of Nightglass sat untouched at the center of Kaer Nyx. No ruler had sat upon it since the last eclipse of the First Age. Its surface reflected not light, but truth—twisted, ancient, raw. When Elara approached, the flames behind her eyes flared. She sat. The stone did not burn her. It recognized her. And in that moment, every torch in the fortress lit with silver flame. Later, at the high table carved into the summit ledge, the final council met.

The First King’s sigil. She set it on the nearest table, flipping through pages until she found what she was looking for. “Here.” Elior stepped closer, the others gathering around as Myrra read aloud. “To break the Throne is to break the Balance. The Chains of the Veil will shatter, and the Dark One shall rise again.” Silence. Elior’s pulse quickened. The Dark One. He didn’t need to say it. They all knew the name Erythos.