Throne Of Glass Romantic Order Novels & Stories

"There's a leader, a human with a twisted grin. He's holding a ancient tome, bound in black leather. The cover is adorned with silver runes, pulsing with dark energy." Rosalind's vision zoomed in on the book. "The runes are a mix of human and werewolf script. I can feel the power emanating from it, a dark and malevolent force." Cathryn's voice was grim. "That's the Order's grimoire. They've been searching for it for centuries." Rosalind's vision shifted, revealing a massive army of humans and werewolves, gathered at the edge of a city. "I see an army, Mom. They're preparing to strike, to take over the world."

But it was Elara… It was Elara who walked into the heart of the fortress alone. The Throne of Nightglass sat untouched at the center of Kaer Nyx. No ruler had sat upon it since the last eclipse of the First Age. Its surface reflected not light, but truth—twisted, ancient, raw. When Elara approached, the flames behind her eyes flared. She sat. The stone did not burn her. It recognized her. And in that moment, every torch in the fortress lit with silver flame. Later, at the high table carved into the summit ledge, the final council met.

I step closer to the star, cut my hand, and place my bloodied palm on it. “Blood in, blood out. Blood of my blood will and shall always remain the keepers of the star. In this day, at this time, on this alignment, I promise—blood of a queen, blood of a hunter, and blood of the alpha—we promise to keep the natural order. We will fight for what is right and protect what must be protected. This is the promise of the new order.” The star grows brighter and brighter, forcing me to close my eyes. When I open them again, I find myself in a soft bed, warm and comfortable. I blink, disoriented, and realize I’m back in the castle, back in my body.

He kissed my lips, then stared out the window. “We should go down,” he said, his eyes dark and dangerous, before glancing at my clothes. “Quickly shower, and we’ll go down together.” I nodded. After showering and changing, we headed downstairs. Bryan’s body stiffened as my mom opened the door to welcome the Stone Warriors Pack. He moved slightly in front of me, protective. Prince stepped in first. Handsome, with dark hair and stubble, but nothing compared to my mate. The tension was palpable. Bryan and Prince made eye contact, each standing taller, faces contorting into dark smirks that made everyone around cower.

"I want to finish him myself." She lunged from the high tower window dropping toward the blood-soaked courtyard, below where Damon stood waiting. But as she fell, her golden light illuminating the battlefield, the massive iron portcullis of the Citadel's underground vaults suddenly screeched open, and a completely unflagged rogue legion of giant, silver-armored wolves poured into the courtyard led by a figure wielding an executioner's axe who didn't attack Damon's wolves but swung directly at her brothers’ royal guard.

Damon knelt beside it, his expression darkening as he lifted a bloodied piece of fabric from inside. “What is that?” Hazel asked, her voice trembling. “It’s mine,” Damon said, his voice low and furious. Hazel’s stomach churned as realization dawned. “Someone in the castle is working with the Order.” Damon rose to his feet, his presence radiating anger. “And they won’t get away with it.” --- As night fell, Hazel stood on the castle’s battlements, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The pendant hummed softly against her chest, its glow a reminder of the prophecy that bound her fate.

"Look at how he looks at her." I turned away, trying my best to ignore the burn in my eyes. My focus should be on surviving whatever came next. The Moon Reaper. My groom. The monster they'd promised me to in exchange for peace between kingdoms. He was the one I needed to keep my eyes on. I had to prepare myself for the worst. The doors at the far end of the ballroom swung open. A guard stepped forward. "Announcing Cassian Thorne, the Moon Reapers's Heir!"

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

The memories turn my blood to an angry lava. I was sent over the edge when Colin disrespected me by asking me to be his Beta. I be a Beta? Never. I was never meant for second place. I down my drink and slam some money on the table. Nolan raises an eyebrow but keeps his mouth shut. I leave quickly, needing to let my wolf out to blow off steam. I shift and let my heavy gray paws carry me to the border. Just as I hoped, a rogue I recruited is waiting for a chance to attack Onyx Moon. The rogues have been attacking Onyx Moon for years, but their attacks increased as more and more rogues joined my plot to overthrow Colin.