Romans & histoires Throne Of Glass Main Character

“You’re not their savior anymore. You’re their executioner.” “Enough.” Her voice rose, breaking the quiet like a whip. She turned sharply, the long folds of her silver gown whispering across the marble floor. Her reflection shimmered in the obsidian glass of the throne behind her , a queen of ice and fire, her beauty both terrifying and magnetic. Her dark curls framed her pale face, and the faint trace of silver tears dried at the edge of her lashes. But she wasn’t alone.

Liora Far from the walls of Nightwind, in a forest older than time, a silver-eyed girl stepped into a ring of light. And someone was waiting. Not Vaelith. Not a friend. A wolf made of glass and shadow, older than stars. It bowed its head. And said: “Welcome, Heir of the Broken Crown.”

The name her real parents gave her. She read it. And the world shifted. Because carved into that ancient stone, glowing with power older than kingdoms, was a name that changed everything. Lyra Nightshade. Daughter of Elena and Marcus. True heir of the Shadowlands throne. And beneath it, in smaller letters that made her blood run cold. Bonded by blood to the Silver Court. Promised in treaty. Claimed before birth.

The glass turned to dust, falling through my fingers like sand. ​"They were the best we had," Victoria said from the doorway. She looked pale, her confidence finally starting to crack. "If they couldn't bring her back, then the stories are true. She’s changing too fast, Alaric. She’s becoming something we can't control." ​"She was never something we could control," I said. I turned to look at her, my eyes a dark, swirling amber. "She is a Sterling. And now she is a Thorne. She has the fire of both houses in her blood. Of course she is winning."

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.

Marliene's POV The sleek black sedan glided along the winding road leading to Moorgrave Manor, its polished exterior reflecting the vibrant hues of the setting sun. I stared out the window, my heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. "This is it," I reminded myself. "The beginning of my new life as Luna."

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

"The gods know I need all the protection I can get in this castle." She murmured and she started walking away. Leaving Sal in dismay and annoyance. "Why do you look so glum? All these beautiful ladies are here to see you." Lord Rowan said as he stood next to the Crown Prince Caspian. Together they both watched carriage after carriage arrive. Ten girls in total. It should have been twelve, but two of the noble families already had married daughters. No daughter of them born of noble blood was available to participate. The two of them were as different as day and night. One dark haired with hair as black as night and the other fair headed with his golden mane glistening in the sun.

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

Thank you for reading this book, and once again, I appreciate all the love, support, and kind words that everyone has given me. For the patience and trust you had in me with this story. This has been the darkest story I have written, and Theon was a character who was not meant to be just a hero. He had committed sins, some of which will forever remain. Yileyna, our innocent yet naughty Yileyna, where do I start? She was a young girl who, in a way, was infatuated with Theon, unable to see anything more than the love she felt for him. They both grew, both changed for the better, and only then were they able to truly be with one another.