Throne Of Glass Romantic Order Novels & Stories

I will be kissing those lips, an intrusive thought suddenly appeared, and I internally screamed at myself for thinking that because this is most likely an error–a glitch in the system–something that has never happened before. "Vivienne?" I still hear Amy and Bianca talking to me and I still don't answer them. My eyes are still on the picture, still on the screen that read: "Congratulations! You have been Matched with: Christopher Caelum Asher Renault-Lee III His Royal Highness, the Prince Third in line for the Throne"

“The ancient texts are clear on what it takes to make a successful match, your majesty.” The Immaculate Mother begins. “As you have seen with your very own match, the Goddess smiles upon you and the strength of your line.” She snaps her fingers. Phoebe strides toward the table, she seems to float across the floor, her robe giving the illusion. She reaches within its invisible folds and retrieves a small book, bound in leather and well worn. Gold letters are neatly stamped on the cover— The Order Of The Kingdom Of The Moon. The Immaculate Mother quickly flips through the well worn pages.

Today, they took this walk together, and to her, the thrones awaiting them at the end were not half as important as the man next to her. Yes, the thrones. Once different like day and night, one black, one gold, they were now a matching pair. Nathaniel had made himself clear in this regard: Katherine's throne had to be just as big as his own and of similar form. Yet the craftsman had taken his freedom on the material, surprising everyone. Beside the obsidian throne with the sharp black icicles on top, stood a throne out of glass. Minuscle diamonds, inlaid in the lean, fractured the sunlight that shone through the windows on the left and filled the whole, formerly dark hall with sparkles of li

The second was; the scene displaying right before her eyes wasn't sure of a good ending. "Luna, here's the drink you-"A maid chirped scurrying over to her. Even before she could fully reach her, she slammed her hand on the tray and the two glasses of drinks that was meant for her husband and her, fell on the floor and shattered into pieces. ~Present~

Ariana’s POV “We finally found the last Moonborn heir.” The silver-haired woman’s voice sounded across the battlefield like a curse. Everything around me suddenly felt colder. The war between the packs and the shadow beasts slowed for a moment as everyone turned toward the strange warriors dressed in black armor covered with glowing silver runes. The Eclipse Order. Even the name sounded dangerous. Vaelthar stepped in front of me immediately, its massive body blocking their path. Golden smoke curled from its jaws while ancient runes glowed brighter across its dark skin.

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

“Then let it be begun.” Cassian looked toward the broken throne and said, almost with contempt, “What name do we give this patient little ghost of an empire.” Seraphel answered without hesitation. “The Order of the Seraph.” No one smiled. No one objected. Beyond the chamber the world remained black and ruined and new. The wolves had inherited their age. The old blood had gone to ground. Somewhere, perhaps already, some last unseen thread of sacred lineage moved quietly through human flesh, unnoticed by all the world.

Legal and historical researchers flooded the library, searching for a loophole, a counter-ruling, even a shred of forgotten precedent that could give them hope. But the deeper they dug, the darker the truth became. The Order wasn’t just a relic, it was an active force. Its agents had survived in the shadows, guiding global empires, preserving balance in secret through blood and silence. It had backed wars, ended dynasties, and burned cities to the ground to maintain its version of peace. And now, it had turned its eyes to Damon and Juliette. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Why us?” Juliette whispered one night, curled beside

Elara’s vision blurred with fury and fear. She rose slowly, her voice trembling. “Then they’ll regret it.” --- The Flamebearer’s Game Far away, in the obsidian tower of the Crimson Order, Caelum knelt within a circle of runes—his wrists glowing with crimson chains. The Flamebearer stood before him, robes shifting like fire. “You will awaken, little prince,” he whispered. “And when you do, she will have no choice but to break—her heart, her soul, her magic. All for you.”

Not just Nightwind’s pack leaders, but envoys from neighboring clans, the last surviving members of the Seer Order, and two Blood Pact generals who had sworn loyalty after the Ash Crown's fall. Liora explained everything, The seven thrones, The Vault of the Forgotten Flame, The Hollow Realm, The name: Nimara, A silence stretched so long it began to ache Sera’s voice was the first to crack the stillness. “So... we’ve been fighting Kael’s return, the Mirror Woman’s illusions, shattered gods, and divine rot, and now the woman leading us is the reincarnated vessel of the first god?” “Yes,” Liora said. “And you’re not going to destroy the world?”