Throne Of Glass Memes Novels & Stories

I whisper to Owen. Beneath the “werewolves” column, she neatly prints, “Owen and Ella: Reproductive Spell.” Changing from her black marker to a red one, she makes a bullet point below it: “Ella = Tyr” and “Owen = Fenrir” “We know enough about the spell that we understand the symbolism,” she says, moving to the next column. She notes there that thralls cast the spell on us. Then, under “unknown,” she writes “moonstone.”

It was a warning. Myrra wiped the sweat from her brow, her golden eyes flickering with exhaustion. “That wasn’t supposed to work,” she muttered, shaking her head as if trying to dispel the weight of what had just happened. “The throne’s power should have been lost when we destroyed it. But this… this means something still lingers.” Bram snorted, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah, like whatever the hell those things were.” His gaze swept over the ruins, searching for any remaining movement. “I thought destroying the throne was supposed to stop things like this.”

I got better when a beautiful but heavy tiara decorated with blue gems was crowned on me, and I was announced Luna of the Moonstone pack! It was amazing how everybody clapped so cheerfully, with receiving smiles—whether real or fake—and the relief I had when I sat on the throne next to Kane, sighing. The silver crowns and thrones are a symbol. A sign that we had gotten powerful as we could overcome the silver plague that once weakened us to the core. To remind us that we are strong like our ancestors and should never think otherwise. Father once told me that story and it has stayed with me since.