Throne Of Glass Main Character Novels & Stories

Their children, Anna Cheyenne and Jacob, had grown into their own, embodying the power and grace of their lineage. Anna Cheyenne, with her striking red hair and piercing green eyes, had always been the more adventurous of the two. She roamed the kingdom with a fierce determination, her laughter echoing through the ancient halls. Her heart, however, was tethered to a vampire named Elias, a noble with a mysterious past. Together, they explored the depths of their heritage, uncovering secrets long buried in the annals of vampire history. Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding.

Daniel didn’t answer immediately. Because he wouldn’t lie to her. Instead, he tilted her chin up gently. “We’ll fight for that part.” Vivienne nodded slowly. It was enough. For now. Outside, the night deepened. And somewhere far away— Margaux waited. And Eloise held a key she hadn’t used yet. And the war for Vivienne’s future was only beginning.

Every vampire born or turned had to be registered under the council, a body of five special vampires who ruled over every vampire in the country. Each member known as an elder. We all had to answer to them but I answered to no one. I was the girl whose birth was unscented, undisclosed. I had never met my mother, so I had no knowledge about authority as it went until I was nineteen. I had gone on a raid with a few of my friends as usual like the scavengers we were but I got caught by a protector. Being dragged like an animal to the council when my name wasn't found in the registry was one of the worst days of my life, the humiliation was real and I had swore to never relent to them. Suffice t

The storm parted just enough to let him pass, ash sticking to his boots, wind yanking at his cloak like it wanted to pull him back. No one stopped him. No one saw him. Because even the Dustborn guards had learned, in the end, that there were ghosts not worth facing. Inside, the throne chamber pulsed with a glassy chill. No banners.No sigils. Only cold. And memory. And Sirelia. She sat not on a throne of bone, but of glass, fractured, spiraled, webbed like the shell of something ancient that had tried once to fly. The antler crown she wore had grown.Its tips scraped the stormlight above her.

--------------- Meanwhile, as Skye reunites with Lyanna and Arthur from the other side of the lair, Tate Glassglow was lying weakly to the ground with his black blood all over the floor. He fought against the fairy queen who effortlessly beaten him to pulp. Tate knew he was in trouble. ---------------- Tate Glassglow

It had a short depth and in total the glass in its rounded shape fit perfectly into her palm. "Before wally proceeds, she would like all to to know that the glass of choice does not necessarily choose the next queen, it points out the lady who will bear the next heir to the throne of Luyota which is why the prince has to be betrothed to that very lady. I shall proceed." she slowly walked over the first little girl in the queue and threw the glass before her feet but it did not break. That was the uniqueness of Luyota's glass of choice. A normal glass has to break if it falls to the ground but that was never the case with the ancient glass of choice. It only disintegrated before the feet belo

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

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."