Throne Of Glass Romantic Order Novels & Stories

Unlike the standard military maps the wolves had captured over the years, this one detailed the hidden infrastructure of the spires—the veins of stolen primordial magic that pulsed beneath the surface. "The high thrones are protected by a continuous shimmering ward," Orion explained, his voice crisp and focused as Lucian, Navarien, and Garick leaned over the table. "The Elders call it the Aegis of Glass. To a frontal assault, it’s completely impenetrable. Any physical force or standard elemental blast that hits it will simply be absorbed and reflected back twofold." "Then a siege is out of the question," Garick grunted, his heavily scarred brow furrowing as he crossed his arms. "My wolves wo

Ana looked half crazed and George could feel her overwhelming needs. “I would never withhold this from you, love.” His fingers left her entrance, only to guide the wide tip of his cock into her entrance and sink balls deep in her. Ana gasped and shivered once he finished his initial impaling of her. It might be sick, but George loved the feel of her helpless under him. “I’m not going to be gentle, love. You need this more than life itself.” With that said, he wasted no more time and thrust into her with a passion that rivalled her own. Neither could stay quiet as he bottomed out within her again and again. Her inner walls flexed around him, stroking him, and milking him of every drop of his

"Sir, we're here. Boss?" Sebastian breathed in sharply. Dante could see hesitation in his face. He looked both hesitant, unsure and terrified. Dante held his hand gently, "you'll be okay." He assured and Sebastian nodded. Dante tightened his grip on Sebastian's hand and pulled him gently out of of the car. Fred, Leo and Timothy lead the way, while Dante and Sebastian followed suit. Five other bodyguards followed behind. A cold shiver ran through Dante's spine as they stepped into the royal-like ballroom. "Shit, are they royalty?" Dante wondered to himself, looking around, Sebastian's hand still in his but he's gotten oblivious of it.

"How can there be order without chaos. Nothing in the universe remains unchecked. When the origin divine artefact, the 'Book of Order', brought about order, her polar opposite did not sit still. The 'Chaotic Flames' which had the same history and was in itself, a powerful origin artefact more than capable of contending with the 'Book of Order', lived up to its name- and brought chaos. The history is a long one. I cannot say it all. All that is important is that the 'Chaotic Flames' won that long war. And true to his name, he singed the 'Book of Order', yet he couldn't destroy her. But its victory wasn't without cost. It was weakened as well. The weakened 'Book of Order' didn't let up though,

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

“A woman cannot rule Crestwood. It’s a betrayal to our bloodline! I'm supposed to be Alpha…no one but me” “And yet, here I stand.” She pushed against him, forcing him back a step. “The Moon Pendant chose me. The crown chose me. You will never take what was never yours.” “Hand it over now and I'll let everyone go” he said. Selene knew Darius would not let his enemies live even if he wins. “Never!” She voiced. Darius’s grin turned dark. “Then I shall carve it from your corpse!” With a roar, he charged at her, his blade slipping through her defenses. Pain erupted in her chest, as the sword pierced it's way in.

“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.

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

Sirena replied, her voice breaking. “When my father died, I had to bind myself to you, to secure the crown. But before that—before duty consumed me—Caspian and I…” Her throat closed. “Maya was born of love, Atlas. The kind of love the laws of our kind forbid.” Atlas studied her, unreadable. “And now that love threatens the balance of three realms. Wolves. Vampires. Us.” Sirena’s gaze dropped to the waves below, heavy with

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Eraregord, Royal Academy-- "Dane, comprise a list of your best students and have them submit their names to be before tomorrow at noon," Lucian ordered as he took a seat in the headmaster's study. Dane was a tall yet lean man with olive skin tone and piercing red eyes, the colour eyes most vampires seemed to have. "Consider it done, Milord. Do you still wish to hold the tournament?" The headmaster, Dane, asked. His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters.