Throne Of Glass In Order นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sebastian’s voice grew distant. Her knees buckled. The world tilted. She heard the faint sound of her name before everything went dark. Sebastian caught her just before she hit the ground. “Aria!” The book on the floor flared with sudden silver light, pages fluttering wildly as if alive. A single phrase burned itself onto the open page in glowing letters: “The blood of the lost shall awaken the moon.” The light faded as quickly as it came, leaving behind silence and the soft sound of Lyanna’s cry echoing from the upper chambers.

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

please don't tell me those guys kidnap her "Lord please that's the last thing I want to happen right now," I said to myself as I felt a somewhat metal-like object on my neck and I began to shiver "Turn around" I hear the voice say "Oh boy .. please lord, I don't wanna die right now. I don't have kids yet. I haven't fallen in love, and Kira is still missing.I haven't even tasted macaroni salad before, I still want to taste... please please please don't let me die" I started saying to God with my eyes hardly shut I don't think any key can open it then I heard a familiar voice

Their stories haunt the thresholds—cautionary tales for those who dare to reach beyond their fate. And this one? She hears herself. Not just the Veil. Not the ancestors. Herself. Another version. An echo with teeth. We are not supposed to interfere yet. The Prophecy must unfurl. But a new thread has begun to twist through the weave. Not gold. Not silver. Not flame. Glass. Fragile, dangerous, full of secrets. It catches the light and shatters it, reflecting a hundred possible futures in a single glance. The new thread gleams—a warning, or perhaps a promise.

“Why do you need to protect me?” “Your uncle wants you dead. He later found out he took the wrong twin. You’re the rightful heir to the throne. You are the heir of the light “Heir of the what?” I started laughing so hard. I’m seriously buying into this? I just can’t believe everything she’s telling me. Like what? Like I’m a king or something.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

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

The illusion shattered. Light exploded. Then— Thomas stood at the edge of the throne platform. The Seventh Crown was in front of him. Closer than ever. But Cassian was already there. Standing on the opposite side. Eryx arrived seconds later. The three heirs stood together once more. Above them— the giant hand broke fully into the sky. The eye opened completely. And the voice returned. Final. Absolute. "THE THRONE IS MINE." The Seventh Crown began to descend. And the final battle began.