Throne Of Glass Or Acotar Novels & Stories

Dylan diverts my attention as Sophia traps me within a magical barrier. Now I have no choice but to play along. The Lycan King, who I now know is Jaxson Storm leads us back to his mansion – much to my displeasure. Jaxson leads us to a throne room; multiple chandeliers hang from ceiling five stories high. A golden throne stands tall. On either side attains large statues of Lycans triple the size of a normal wolf and behind the throne are three windows taking up the entire back wall presenting a perfect view of the two suns of Eldora.

Tate Glassglow It's been weeks since I last saw her. After Lyanna used her blue flame to close realms, I stayed back here on hell as its ruler. Once the last dragon slayer- the last wielder of the blue flame returns to the human realm, the war continued subsided. There will always be another reason to start wars but the fairies are leaderless, the dragons are almost extinct, the witches lost the one thing to fight for- the blue flame and the wolves had gotten their revenge on the fairies.

Nodding as her silent reply, she steps inside the pentagram that for the very first time will be awakened, but never by her. “You see.” Carlos whispers, all with his still cunning smile drawn unto his face. As he activated the pentagram that culminated into a light blue hue. A bit amazed by what she is seeing, Winona is now witnessing the hue of the pentagram of glass that rules her room. That was never called with its spell and unlike the rest of the rooms that the other Elites have. For the fact that she isn’t that powerful enough and just a mere special mortal and nothing more but that.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

“Do you feel it too?” She swallowed. “Feel what?” “This.” His hand slid over her stomach, stopping just beneath her ribs, where the glow settled. “Like something in you has… chosen.” Her breath trembled. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Luca lowered himself again, pressing a kiss to the spot under her ribs—light, reverent, almost worshipful. Althea shivered. Her magic shivered with her. Outside, the storm cracked open. Across the city, as the Sombra Tower, a wave of pressure hits the ancestral wards so violently that three of the oldest mirrors shatter in perfect unison.

“What throne?” Her counterpart lifted a pale hand. Behind her, the rift widened—showing the forest again, then the lake, and then the throne made of woven silver fire and shadowlight. It pulsed once, as if recognizing Aria through dimensions. “Your throne,” the figure said simply. “The Convergence Seat. The heart of the new realm.” Aria shook her head, stepping back instinctively until her back hit Erevan’s chest. “I don’t want a realm. I don’t want a seat. I don’t want any of this.”

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

' That was intact in my mind, yet it was already a habit to call her in times like this. As they approached, I rummaged through the rows of warriors, searching for someone familiar. There were werewolves in front, but Thorin wasn't there. Their leader was a tall and brawny man. He was also fully shielded, a golden armor that was shining brightly. Goddess Alectrona was the goddess of darkness, but her warriors were wearing the moon goddess' color. 'They are insulting the moon goddess!' Alaric hissed. 'Also, they are trying to blind us!' I added. Alaric nodded after realizing their aim.