Novel & Cerita Throne Of Glass Main Character

My friends certainly have been busy while I was gone. Thorn drops us off at the gate of the glass castle and then flies away again looking for his dragon mate. Guards in front of the castle immediately go out of the way when they see me. I feel a bit surprised that they know who I am. We walk into the first room which is the throne room. There is a big table in the middle with a little copy of the city and strategic pieces. I see the back of a woman with long blond hair, Julias, Holly, and Zeus.

At times, I wonder how I ended up being an Alpha when my parents were Betas, but it didn't take a toll on me since I was living fine with them, and the Alpha trait is hidden so that no one would find out. “She is here to see you—” one of my guards announced and left the room immediately. I turned to the door and watched her come in. She was Ava, the lady I chose just to make my parents happy. She bowed to me. “Tyrion!!” having a smile on her face, she walked forward. I feel so sorry for her because there's no atom of love I have for her. If I can find the lady I spent the night with, I will likely pay her and send her out of the Pack too. I wouldn't want anything that would stop me from lovi

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

A crown resting on my head. Heavy. Cold. A throne towering above burning cities. Thousands of voices chanting my name. Not Belle. Something older. Something buried beneath centuries. A name rose inside my mind like it had been sleeping there forever. Selene. I gasped sharply. The torches around the hall ignited all at once. Flames exploding upward violently. And there she was. Me. A woman standing at the center of the throne room wearing black and gold robes that moved like liquid shadow. Long silver jewelry wrapped around her throat and wrists.

I pushed him over the edge. Sebastian's face twisted in rage as he bellowed, "Out! Get out now!" The door slammed shut behind me. I let out a wry chuckle, picked up a stray garment from the floor, and tucked it into my suitcase. In the dimly lit room of the grand villa, Rosa's voice trembled with a mix of urgency and regret. "Don, this is all my fault. I've put you in such a tough spot. Maybe I should just hand the title of Mrs. back to Ms. DeLuca?"

"Let her watch the lowlands drown from her seat." ​The grand throne room is a landscape of humiliation. ​The high, cracked glass windows look out over a lower courtyard that is entirely consumed by fire and blood, the black liquid shadow of Clyde’s wolf-spirit thrashing against a sea of western iron below. I am shoved onto the cold obsidian throne, my silver-cuffed wrists resting heavily on the stone armrests, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the silver poison burns through my skin. ​Diana paces before the dais, her grey silk kirtle trailing in the dust, her eyes fixed on the low, beautiful curve of my stomach. Malakai’s spies were thorough; she knows exactly why my fire is broken

Main Characters 1. Aria Valen Role: Protagonist, vampire hunter, and the Crimson Fated. Description: A skilled but conflicted hunter with a mysterious birthmark tied to an ancient prophecy. Fiercely independent, she begins to question her beliefs as she uncovers the truth about vampires and her own destiny. 2. Valen/lucian Draevan Role: The male lead, vampire lord, and protector. Description: Known as the "Blood King," Valen is a brooding, immortal vampire cursed with a tragic past. Though ruthless in battle, he harbors a softer side that emerges as he grows closer to Aria.

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

She approved. “She lived in a tower,” he said. “A very tall one. With big windows that looked out over the whole city.” “Was she sad.” He paused. “She was — waiting,” he said carefully. “For something. She did not know what yet. But she was waiting.” Liyana absorbed this. “Then?” “Then a prince came.” “Was he strong?” “Very.” “Was he nice?” A pause. “He was — learning to be,” Raiyan said quietly.