Romans & histoires Throne Of Glass Romantic Order

“Dress up, both of you and wear your armour. I will touch you with my hands and add to your powers.” “Yes, my Queen.” Ronan nodded and as he tried to signal to Mary to see her dress, which she'd been looking for, I heard a bang from the rear and literally, before my eyes, the glass windows broke into pieces.

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

I say to Cara. "Because she looks like a Goddess Alec, and not just any Goddess, but Aphrodite." she says. "I know, but it feels more than that," I add before taking my gaze off her and up to the girl. "Act with me, will you?" I smile at Cara back as she huffs and closes her eyes for a second knowing what I'm asking. "Then you owe me," She speaks a deal making me chuckle. "Anything you want Cara of the kingdom of grendor," I speak formally making her chuckle.

Maurice cried. He eyed me, his gaze turning wicked. "However, if you give the order to set Camilla free and let me marry her as well, I'll consider letting Giselle be my wife." "What are you even talking about?" His Majesty grew angry. "What do you mean, what am I talking about? Weren't you guys discussing my marriage to Giselle?" That thoroughly angered His Majesty. "We were talking about Gideon's marriage!"

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

His thoughts went to a particular omega, Penelope, His eyes searched for the redhead and spotted her at the center of the ballroom her gaze focused in the direction of the throne “Oh great..." Daniel muttered His uncle was drunk and on the verge of having sex with a slutty woman that was sitting on his lap right in front of everyone's eyes. "Ah!!!” Daniel heard a loud squealing voice echoing through the room which challenged the beat of the music. He ran through the crowd to see the young omega holding a woman by her neck and gleaming into her eyes with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my husband!!" The omega growled. Everyone including the king who was half drunk widened their eyes at th

Dark threads exploded, weaving a storm of chaos, the abyss fracturing. Jessica’s glow ignited, her voice a defiant scream. “Our love is our truth!” She charged the loom a vortex of shattered threads her hands tearing at the chaos, her glow blazing in golden bursts, shredding Verith’s shadow. Kade fought beside her, his claws ripping through Vynia’s deceit, their hands brushing, his love a fire. Selene’s spells burned Eternis’s void, her cry fierce. Lucas smashed Nihil’s collapse, his fists bloody. Bryan’s glow disrupted Malric’s threads, his voice a vow.

Strange roses had grown in the fractures—petals black and crimson, smoking faintly as if they smouldered from within. Ceres approached, breath catching. “This was her seat,” she said softly. “Queen Lureya. The last sovereign of the Flameblood pact.” Xavier stood beside her. “They say she vanished during the final siege. Her entire council too. No bodies. No traces.” “Because they didn’t die like men,” Maera murmured, her voice reverent. “They burned like gods.” Suddenly, the wind shrieked through the broken plaza. The roses ignited. Flame circled the ruined throne in a ring of fire, and from it, a figure began to rise—cloaked in emberlight, her eyes molten gold, hair drifting like smoke in a

The air grew thicker with magic, and the ground beneath us pulsed with energy. Just as the ritual was reaching its crescendo, a deafening roar shattered the night. Figures in silver and black surged from the forest's edge—the elite warriors of The Order of the Silver Moon. Their leader, a tall figure with piercing blue eyes and a scar running down one side of his face, led the charge. The silver moon emblem on their armor glinted ominously in the moonlight. "Defend the grove!" Elijah shouted, his voice ringing with authority. Nathanial and Leona leaped to the forefront, meeting The Order's onslaught with ferocious determination. The grove became a chaotic battleground, werewolves and warrior

But the bond between us burned hot, restless, coiled with protective rage. The elder won’t stop here, he warned through the link. You know that. I do, I answered silently, eyes on the crowd as I reached for the glass a servant brought me. That’s why I’m still standing here, smiling. Let him think I’m untouched. The crystal caught the candlelight as I raised it slightly in a mock toast, the sapphire at my throat glinting in tandem. To anyone watching, the Queen of the New Order was radiant. Untouchable.