Throne Of Glass Order Of Books の小説・ストーリー

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

She suddenly looked up, straight toward the window and instinct pulled me behind the stone column before she could see me. Ridiculous. I was hiding in my own mansion. After several seconds, I heard her chair scrape softly across the floor then nothing and when I looked again she was gone and only the books remained. I waited another minute before entering. The librarian looked up. “Alpha.” “The Lady?” “She returned the books.” “What books?” He pointed toward the cart and I picked up the top volume. ‘Ancient Royal Bloodlines.’ The second. ‘Lost Houses of the Northern Kingdom.’ The third.

Her fingers traced a line as she translated aloud. “When the darkness rises and the moon bleeds silver, The Key shall awaken in blood and light. The child of frost, bearer of the seal, Shall stand between the world and ruin.” My stomach twisted. “High priestesses were never the only ones,” Mom continued. “There were others, in other regions, tied to different aspects—spring, summer, even fire. But the winter goddess... she was the first to fall. And her chosen, the one meant to unlock the seal, was never found.” Her eyes found mine. “Until now.”

They came to a large doorway, and the door opened, revealing a large, interior courtyard. Caitlin took in her surroundings in awe: the soft grass of the inner courtyard was lit up in the sunset, and a beautiful rose light descended over the ancient stone walls. Even more startling, in the courtyard were hundreds of vampires, all along its walls, dressed in all white, standing at attention, waiting silently. Caitlin felt a hundred eyes on her as they walked to the center of the large, triangular courtyard. They approached three vampires who stood apart from the others, in the center, staring at them. The one in the middle held a small, golden chest. The vampires on either side of him each hel

*** BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE BOOK FOUR: THE LYCAN PRINCESS & THE LETHAL POTIONS WIZ BOOK FIVE: THE LYCAN PRINCESS & THE MERCOMMANDER BOOK SIX: TBC BOOK SEVEN: TBC

The scent of ozone and metal fills the air as ancient magic awakens. Liora moves between us, supporting Dawn's head as she brings the chalice to her bloodless lips. "Drink, light-bearer," she murmurs, tipping the vessel carefully. "Receive what is freely given." Dawn's throat works reflexively as the first drops pass her lips. For a terrifying moment, nothing happens—then her body convulses, back arching off the table, as the dragon blood hits her system. Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Margaux whispered. Vivienne’s eyes hardened. “No.” Margaux paused. Vivienne leaned closer. “You’ll understand soon.” Margaux’s smile faltered. Just slightly. And for the first time— Vivienne saw uncertainty. Far away— Daniel drove into the night. Toward war. Toward her. Toward the promise he would break the world to keep.

One that felt foreign yet familiar. Aerisyr Flameborn daughter of Elisyr Stormborn and Altiris Flameborn daughter of fire and queen of the broken crown, come forth and spread your wings. My breath hitched as I watched the flames part, their ends bowing slightly. At the centre, an old scroll that was bound in sygils that shifted constantly. Hovered like they were alive. Fingers wrapped around my heart, squeezing till there was nothing left, not even pain. “I don’t think I’m supposed to touch that,” I whispered.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr