Throne Of Glass Parents Guide Novels & Stories

She had always felt at peace in nature, even if it was forbidden she would go back to the wood, no matter the consequences or the pain that followed. The large throne room was skilfully designed with several pillars at either side of the walkway leading up to the throne, delicate carvings lining the brick. The floor was made from fresh white marble, the servants polishing and mending it daily. Tables lined the outer walls, each wonder structure below a rectangular window. The windows were created with frosted glass, making it impossible to see out of the room, or for anyone to see inside. “Daughter, where have you been?” Her father said slowly, noticeably controlling his temper as he strolle

Eleanor agreed coolly, “but he needs more than lust and defiance. There are rules. Before a child can be recognised as heir, there must be stability. A proper union. A family.” Grayson stepped forward, smug as ever. “Exactly. The woman you choose must become part of the Thorne legacy, officially. Otherwise, the child is nothing but a mistake. And the girl would end up just like your mother.” Roman’s vision blurred. The words hit something sharp and buried. He moved without thinking—rage pulsing through him, his feet dragging toward Grayson like he could crush the insult right out of his throat. But a hand slammed against his chest. His mother.

she asked timidly. "I changed my hair and eyes because they said it would help me disguise, but I couldn't change back after the first few times." Her smile faded, and he knew it was something that bothered her. The Throndsens are thought to be direct descendants of the Goddess. Every Throndsen heir's first child was born with distinctive platinum hair and violet eyes. It was thought to be a sign that the heir had been blessed by the Goddess. If the firstborn lacked these distinguishing characteristics, he or she was deemed unfit for the throne, and the elders pressed the Alpha couple to conceive again. If the first child is not blessed, the second child usually is. And the fact that she cou

Unable to do anything but cringed every time a wave of pain came over him. Gregory's POV Hate when that happens. When they begin to turn, they must go through that. As Gregory witnessed Saber fall to the floor, he wondered about Genevieve. Was she going to change too? Or was she going to take after her mother? Saoirse had been wedded to the vampire king, Gavril Thorne. So, there was a fifty-fifty chance if they had children, they might be vampires. If not, they would take after their mother and receive their powers.

“….But she did all of this b-because of you guys, because of your stupid rule about having a child before one can secure the throne.” My father slapped me hard across the face, making my head snap back. I felt blood trickle from my lip, and tears sting my eyes. “You fool! You don’t know what you are saying, I can’t believe you are siding with this bitch. If you don’t break up with her right now, I will disown you and give the throne to your brother, whether he bores a child or not.” He threatened me with a cold glare. My mother nodded in agreement. “And don’t you ever mention those children again? Those bastards were born from a whore. They are not our grandchildren; they are not part of thi

The two siblings are the descendants of the King's grandmother, therefore they were purebred vampires and not hybrids. Lady Nicole picked up a red apple from the try of fruits and her long thin perfectly manicured fingers grazed it gently as she took a bite, and not a single drop of apple juice could be seen on her lips. "How long have you schooled in the academy?" Katherine asked the group of people around her that seemed to be engaged in small talk. "You've misunderstood, we're only present to receive our official certificate of becoming scholars," Sir Alexander explained. Asides from being rich and having power, being educated was very much valued.

She opened it and read it. My dear Cass much has happened by now, and I am sorry I’m not there to witness your life. I wanted to celebrate your triumphs and comfort you in your defeats. But know I love you deeply. This book is my family’s grimoire and family tree. Yes both your parents could do magic, but my talent is only passed down to those with amber eyes. Since you are reading this I’m guessing you have my eyes. Learn the book well and hide your true identity for there is much turmoil in the land.The time will come when you will take the throne of Archon and bring peace and justice back to the land. Rule wisely and most importantly know that I am proud of you.

Throne felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck, he turned to see who had caused him pain, a green-eyed beat, apparently. “You low life scum!” Gemma roared at her so called father. Kayden was about to intervene but stopped immediately because of the furious glare she cast his way. Mr. Throne touched the now sore spot as he felt something wet. He was bleeding. “Do you plan to kill your father?” Mr. Throne said as he held his neck, scared. The woman in front of him right now is not his scared and timid daughter. “Why can't I make you bleed? You've done that to me all my life!” Gemma shouted in anger.

That sly old fox. Couldn't blame him though. I had a knack for getting into trouble almost every time I left the house. The council had even once threatened to confiscate my talisman as punishment for breaking laws. Like I would ever let them. My talisman was an anklet with an emerald stone and strange insignia. Every registered vampire received a talisman from the council which enabled them to walk in sunlight without burning. Every council had a special witch to create talismans for the vampires they oversaw. I was different, I knew it. I never knew my mother. I was found in Lycan Woods by Tiberius who was hunting. Lycans and Vampires maintained a treaty, so far neither disrupted the peace

He’s also as old as my father but appears younger because he’s healthy and still actually works out with his soldiers. The most exclusive and close-knit is Nathan's family. If need be, they will fight for him while having their eyes covered. He was one of those who assisted us in calming the royals when Mother passed away. He’d never bow down to a woman. Like his son. “Yes, Young Lady, To what do we owe this pleasure?” Thorn waggles his brows at me. Although both his parents are British, he is American born and bred, and therefore, he speaks without an accent most of the time.