Throne Of Glass Romantic Order Novels & Stories

“You chose love over order. And love’s price… is always blood.” The ground shook. A colossal figure rose in Valenfort’s ruined square. Blood wings unfurled, shadowing the city. His face was half-beautiful, half-monstrous. Eyes red as fire, bottomless. Azrael, fallen god of blood ancestors, had returned. Lucien stepped back. The creature’s power choked the air. Each breath swallowed flames. “What do you want?” he asked, voice raw. Azrael smiled. “What you crave — unity. No borders between human and vampire. No Hunters or Holy Blood. One race — born from my blood.”

she says gently yet firmly, “it’s time to wake up, dear. Morning’s already here.” I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes to hide the heaviness inside. She places a bowl of porridge beside me, smiling. “You need to build your strength, little one. We’ll head to the market later to see what we can trade.” “Martha,” I say softly, looking up at her. “Before we go, I… I have to change something.” She freezes mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. “Change something? What do you mean?” I run my fingers through my hair—the same hair that once caught attention in every palace hallway. It’s crimson red, like embers—my father's royal crest's color. It is both a sign of power and a curse.

“The queen returned. The door opened. The guardian woke. The first throne has accepted blood.” Raiken looked at the throne. Then at me. “You are the key.” Cassian shook his head. “She is the prize.” White water surged from my hands. The frozen red channels shattered. “I belong to no one.” The ancient throne groaned. Its bones unfolded across the floor. A second seat rose beside it. White coral. Silver wolves. A crown-shaped hollow waited above the backrest. Orochi stared at it. Cassian lowered his head. Not submission.

Emilia's POV The woman’s smile lingered over the frozen valley. It was not a warm expression. It was the smile of someone entirely certain that victory already belonged to her. The silver raven engraved on her black armor caught the moonlight, confirming my worst fear. She belonged to the Raven Order. “So,” she called, her voice carrying effortlessly through the icy wind, “the last Moon Child finally arrives.” Wesley stepped protectively in front of me, one hand resting on the hilt of the silver sword the headmaster had given him.

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

“This was a coordinated assault on every deity across the globe. Putting the Aztec death goddess in the Goddess’s Realm wasn’t random. They expect us to try and take it back. She may be powerful, but I doubt she’s the only one guarding it.” “She’s right,” King Oberon of the Seelie Court agrees. “We’ll need a distraction. A real attack somewhere else to split their focus.” “And we have to go after the Riding Hoods,” I add. “The Red One—my mother—is out there somewhere. If we ignore her, she’ll lead them right to us.” Nora nods. “She’s right.” “Three teams, then,” Zak says. “One for the Goddess’s Realm. One for the distraction. One for Ios—to finish the Riding Hoods.”

My body visibly quaked with a deep kind of anger I hadn't felt in a while. I was angry at all of them—My parents who thought it was best to die and leave us without any inheritance, aside from that shit-hole I call a house, then the moon goddess who decided that the best way to punish me for being born was by becoming a wolfless omega. My anger doubled when I realized that my crush might not even save me. But if he wasn't going to save me, why was he here, acting like my knight in shining armor? "You have no manners, Iris... How dare you speak to the Alpha prince in such a manner?" The leader cut in, drawing closer to me.

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His jacket hung open, the faint stain of blood from the ceremonial thorn still visible on his sleeve. “You’re still awake,” he said. “I can’t sleep when the house sounds like an army base,” she replied. He poured himself a drink instead of answering. The light caught on his cuff links , silver thorns, Cordelia’s gift. “It’s temporary. Until things settle.” “Settle? You’ve been crowned the head of a secret order, Gabrielle. Nothing about this will ever settle.” He turned toward her, the edge in his voice gentled. “I’m protecting what’s ours.”

“Together.” Their hands clasped, a vow to confront Crane’s betrayal, their bond a fire in the dark. Paris’s shadows waited, Crane’s meeting a battlefield, Lorenzo’s secrets a poison. Their love, their united front, was a beacon, their trust a pulse that defied the danger. But the Order of Cinders, tied to Kai’s mother, loomed, a storm poised to break their fire.