Novel & Cerita Throne Of Glass Main Character

I mouthed. "It's okay, you don't need to be. Just get dressed, everyone is waiting. And don't worry too much about Pamela, she's just a jealous bitch." He finished and stormed out. The maids came in and finished adorning my hair and make-up to get me ready for my coronation as Luna. I was nervous about the whole thing and I didn't know why. My mind kept drifting to the faint image of my mother I saw when I collapsed after drinking the wolf's blood.

The throne hall was already full when Seraphina entered. Every noble who mattered was there, cloaked in silks and whispers. Golden light streamed from the tall windows, glinting off silver goblets and jeweled rings. The sound of voices softened when she crossed the threshold. She felt every pair of eyes turn toward her. Elysia stood beside the throne in a gown of white and gold, her smile sweet, her posture perfect. Beside her, Crown Prince Adrian looked the part of mercy and majesty, his hand resting lightly on Elysia’s arm.

She didn't move to touch it, but her eyes went to the symbols anyway, and her expression shifted in recognition, or close to it. "A woman of silver blood," I said, "born low and forged in fire, will either crown a new age or burn the old one to ash. I've spent eleven years chasing that sentence, Gina. Eleven years, and then a scullery maid appears in the Lycan palace and the oldest wards in this kingdom light up around her like she was expected." "That doesn't mean it's me." "Doesn't it?" I tilted my head. "You transformed a set of standing stones outside a royal forest without meaning to. You've unraveled two grown women's minds without laying a hand on them.

She spoke while reaching for the gold bar, "Jobs are running dry. You should put some ads online. We'll save whatever you make for your dowry." I raised my arm in defense, a scowl etched on my face. "Haven't you heard of the old ways? The gold bar belongs to Deathbringer's Child, the girl who guides souls. If you take it, you'll bring a curse upon yourself." Mom's laugh was cynical. She spun around and slapped me, her nails leaving a stinging trail on my cheek. Her eyes shot like daggers. "If I say you're the soul guide, then that's what you are. If I say you're not, then you're just my daughter. If I decide to sell you off to some lonely old man, that's exactly what you'll do!"

She forced herself to take one step forward, though Vale’s arm shot out in warning. “I’m here,” she said. The figure tilted its head. “The Marrow Throne stirs in your veins. The Oath bends to your breath. The world shifts when you blink.” “That wasn’t my intention,” she said. “Intent is irrelevant,” the figure replied. “Balance is not.” Lyra steadied her breathing. “Who are you?” The figure extended one clawed gauntlet. Bone rings, pale and smooth, clicked as they moved. “I am the Dark Heir. The Bone Crown’s chosen. Keeper of the broken promise.”

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.”

Alessia's POV The Great Hall was filled with the smell of roasted meat and expensive perfume but all I could taste was the copper of the blood I had washed off my hands an hour ago, and I stood by the long oak table in a dress of dark silk that felt like a suit of armor while the wives of the other Dons watched me with eyes like glass.

I met his eyes in the mirror, watching the last stylist pin a final silver thread into my hair. “No,” I said calmly, “because I’m not attending this welcome ceremony for them.” I turned to face him fully, the midnight gown swishing against the marble floor. “I’m attending because I am Princess Evelyn Voss, heir to the Lycan throne. This night is about showing the continent who I’ve become—not about dredging up people who belong locked in my past.” A faint, cool smile curved my lips. “Alexander Thorne and Scarlett Hale? They’re not worth my time anymore.”

A stethoscope. I reached out with my chubby little hand. Without hesitation, I picked up a small silver pendant. It looked very similar to the one I had worn in my previous life. In my new life, my name was Nora Smith. At eighteen years old, I was accepted into Cromwell University with excellent grades. On the day I arrived at school, I brushed past a man. "Kelly?" That face… Even after being reborn, I recognized it instantly. It was Sean. He looked much younger than he was before he died in my previous life.

“I’m Alpha King Heir Damon Barlowe.” Gabriel gives the sign of respect, at least as well as he can manage to do so in his frail state. Frankly, I’m surprised he can stand. “How can our modest village help the heir to the throne?” “We’re looking for a woman who was kidnapped,” I say, not bothering to introduce myself but in too much of a hurry to care. “She has long, curly black hair and blue eyes. Have you seen her?” Gabriel neither confirms nor denies seeing Daphne, though a few of the people who are brave enough to walk up to us react as though they know who I’m talking about.