Throne Of Glass Series Novels & Stories

The Great Hall of the Blackwood Keep had become a battlefield of competing realities. On one side was the "Clean Room Protocol," a world of shadowless white glass and sterile logic. On the other was Lyra Thorne, a woman who had turned her own agony into a shield of violet shadow.

These were the Court's elite guard—beings that looked almost human but moved wrong, their bodies phasing between dimensions. "Seal the portal!" Caspian was already moving, trying to reach the window. But Thorne moved faster. Despite her dying body, despite the curse eating her alive, she threw herself between Caspian and the window. "You want to seal it?" She grabbed his arm, her claws extending. "Then you'll have to go through me. And I'm already dead. What more can you do to someone who's already lost everything?" Through the bloodline, I felt Magnus Silvermist. Felt him dragging his curse-ravaged body toward the council chamber. Felt his rage when he realized what Thorne had done.

Claire’s POV All of us freeze. Nobody moves a single muscle. I don’t even breathe. That can’t be true…someone in the pack killed our alpha. The first sound to be heard across the house is shattering glass. The glass my mother was holding is now in pieces on the floor. My eyes turn to her, and I see her knees give out. My father soon sweeps in and catches her before she collapses. He brings her to the couch, next to Bervely who has yet to stop gawking in shock at Sonia. My knees feel weak, and I have to support myself against the couch.

The vines were quiet resting in the moonlight waiting for the season to start. I was not the Vane Heiress anymore. I was Hannah. As I walked towards the house with Stephen I knew that the "Tower of Glass" was gone for good. We had built something that would not break: a life based on the earth the water and the love that had set us both.

Lord Karth said as coolly as ever, but the weight behind his words sent a chill down my spine. “No, no, no. You can’t do that…please! Those girls are innocent.” “We can and we will,” High Seer Elowen retorted. “The Valenor clan are dangerous. We must cut their lineage out before it’s too late.” “They have done nothing wrong. They don’t deserve this,” I argued, but I was interrupted. “Shut up boy! You know nothing of the dark ages. The dragons may be long gone but their evil spirit still prevails in the hearts of the royal household,” she spat, looking me dead in the eye.

Captain Nora checked the weather scanner on her tablet. “No storm.” Samuel looked around uneasily. “Then what was that?” Elias answered quietly. “The Circle.” ⸻ Far beyond the forest, hidden beneath an immense mountain of white stone, seven empty thrones stood in perfect silence. For centuries, they had remained untouched. Now… One by one… Candles before each throne lit themselves. The first. The second. The third. By the time the seventh flame ignited, the chamber glowed with a soft golden light. The eighth throne remained dark.

The sudden explosion of sound tore the air apart, turning every stained-glass window in the grand throne room into a million lethal, glittering daggers, and the sanctuary instantly turning into a lethal storm of falling crystals. I throw my body over Aichonne once more, protecting her from the deadly rain of falling glass shards as they slice through the air.

he added, his smile fading, “have other eyes. The Wheel is not yet finished.” As they turned to follow him, Leigh felt not the elation of victory, but the cold, certain knowledge that this had been only the first skirmish. Gryffen was a symptom. The Shattered Wheel was the disease. And the real fight, she sensed with a chill that had nothing to do with the mountain air, was just beginning.

Acknowledge the blood and seek those who still carry it, or continue the denial and watch as others decide the shape of what came next. I had spent the hours since their return alone with the journal and the ring and the weight of every implication they carried. The child absorbed into the palace. The Gift that had been preserved rather than destroyed. The blood that ran through my grandmother’s line and, by extension, through me. If the capacity the old records described still lived, if it could be awakened or trained or directed, then the throne was not merely a seat of political power. It was a vessel for something older and more dangerous than any of the great houses understood.

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)