Throne Of Glass Series の小説・ストーリー

Of course, if they knew that was where the darkness that sufficed into their lives came from, they would have a different say on the matter. The windows were locked from the inside, the blinds were drawn and the door looked like it was being worked on by a wood carver of some sorts. Inside was a whole new story, despite attempts to clean the house up, traces of a serious fight still lingered. The table was broken, the lights were damaged and different kitchen utensils littered the floor. Upstairs in the spacious bedroom lay three figures, the Aratian prince Jason, his guardian and best friend daren, then a magic wielding girl who had secrets she couldn't let on but definitely a friend and al

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.

she said, taking Victoria's hand and trying not to think about how those red nails looked like freshly painted daggers. The interior of the Elysian mansion hit her. She was wowed withmarble floors, artwork that belonged in museums, and a chandelier that could pay for Josephine's entire treatment. Isabella forced herself not to stare, but damn if it wasn't hard when everything screamed old money and power.

“That ends now.” She pointed to a northern ruin “The next god doesn’t rise from ash. It rises from glass.” Theron frowned. “And how do you know that?” Liora looked at her wrist, The mark shimmered again, And in her mind seven thrones flickered. Only one remained lit The Glass Crown. Suddenly A scout burst through the doors. “Report from Blackpine!” he gasped. “They’re under attack from within.” “By who?” Auren asked. The scout trembled. “By a woman with Kael’s eyes.”

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?

One that felt foreign yet familiar. Aerisyr Flameborn daughter of Elisyr Stormborn and Altiris Flameborn daughter of fire and queen of the broken crown, come forth and spread your wings. My breath hitched as I watched the flames part, their ends bowing slightly. At the centre, an old scroll that was bound in sygils that shifted constantly. Hovered like they were alive. Fingers wrapped around my heart, squeezing till there was nothing left, not even pain. “I don’t think I’m supposed to touch that,” I whispered.

The hall fell silent, the storm of battle broken at last. Serenya lowered her hands, shards slipping through her fingers, her blood mingling with glass on the floor. She felt no triumph, only the weight of what had been lost. A crown of glass could shatter—but could it ever be remade? As silence deepened, Maelis Rowan, the seer, stepped forward from the shadows. Her voice, soft yet heavy with portent, echoed through the hall: “This was not the end, child. Shattered glass gives way to sharper edges. And those edges cut deeper still.”

By the time pale dawn light began creeping through the tall windows of Raelthorn Estate, my nerves were shredded and my patience nonexistent. Raelthorn rose from the mountains like something grown rather than built, black stone veined with silver runes, ancient towers carved directly into rock. It wasn’t just a residence. It was a stronghold. A throne wrapped in stone and teeth. I stood at the window when the door behind me opened without a sound. “You’re awake.” Thane’s voice slid down my spine like heat. I didn’t turn. “That implies I slept.” A ghost of warmth brushed the bond, something like amusement. “You were supposed to.”

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.

I felt eyes following me from the balconies above, but none dared challenge me. When I reached the throne room, two figures already awaited him. Ivy, dressed in silk black as midnight, reclined lazily in her throne, her lips painted the color of fresh blood. Valentina stood beside her, sharp and commanding, her silver eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. “You’re late,” Valentina said, voice like polished steel. I offered a careless bow,my crimson gaze gleaming. “I bring you something worth waiting for.”