Throne Of Glass Series の小説・ストーリー

The glass turned to dust, falling through my fingers like sand. ​"They were the best we had," Victoria said from the doorway. She looked pale, her confidence finally starting to crack. "If they couldn't bring her back, then the stories are true. She’s changing too fast, Alaric. She’s becoming something we can't control." ​"She was never something we could control," I said. I turned to look at her, my eyes a dark, swirling amber. "She is a Sterling. And now she is a Thorne. She has the fire of both houses in her blood. Of course she is winning."

And now, watching her stand there, he didn’t know if he would survive watching her choose someone else twice in one lifetime. The glass went before he could finish being certain. Raiyan's wine glass didn't just shatter; it surrendered. The stem snapped under the pressure. The sound was a miniature gunshot over the birthday music. Sam was there in a second. "Man—" "I'm fine," Raiyan said. His voice was a masterpiece of deception. Blood began to pool in his palm, dripping off the edge of the table and landing on the expensive carpet with a rhythmic, heavy thud. Zoya turned to look at him, her eyes found him immediately.

They stood like a wall of iron chimneys, their three-lens gas masks reflecting the schematic map of the human spine like thirty pairs of unblinking eyes. Master Thorne did not let go of Elara's shoulder. The metal screw in his hip twisted and groaned, digging deeper into the white quartz floor. A web of cracks spread out from his leg. They reached the edge of the pool of salt water. "You have no power, Lord Regent, " Thorne said, his voice dropping into a flat sneer that didn't hide the metallic rattle in his throat. "The treaty of the dynasty says the metamorphic tier is separate from the civil tax line. You cannot sign for the west with ink."

Paul—or whoever he was—lay there with his throat opened up, eyes staring at the ceiling in a permanent state of shock. Words from my childhood rang in my head: They will find you later. Just stay low. Don’t do anything stupid. Fuck! They had found me. My past had caught up with me. Yes, I, Thalia Thorne, held a secret. I wasn’t human. I was born into the wrong part of the hierarchy. In the Great North, your eyes are your destiny. Gold eyes are Gemini—the royalty. Blue eyes are Capricorn—the servants. But then there are the ones like me. A dark-eyed cub with a cancer mark—an abomination. Black eyes. The ones who didn’t get to live.

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He smiled bitterly and tears fall from his eyes. He used his power to create glass fire. The most deadly and venomous fire. Only a few were born with this kind of power. Glass fire is the only fire that could kill immortals especially the half bloods. Half bloods are immortals with the blood of the Gods and Goddesses. Spells and other powers could hurt them but it can never kill them. That's exactly the reason why Princess Ana Mae did not die immediately even after being bitten by the most venomous snake. Only the glass fire has the ability to kill them in just a few seconds. The Gods and Goddesses killed the immortals who posses glass fire that's why it's rare to find someone who have this

She explains. My Mum walks out of the room, and the doctor walks over to my bed. I can sense that it would not be pleasant news. I was at the point of not caring anymore. “So Killian, let’s tell you what our plans are.” He tells me calmly. “You’re past Phase 1, you’re past phase 2, you are now on phase 3.” I can’t help but look at him confused. Has this dude done research on this condition or something? “What do you mean by phases?” I question.

She is not a Salve and she will never become a Slave even if it endangers her life. *Note* This story is completely separate from the next one in the series and can be read independently

And pushing him when he’s in that mood usually ends with someone getting thrown out a window. So I exhale slowly and turn toward the massive throne doors instead. “Tomas,” I say. The vampire straightens instantly. “Yes, Princess.” “I guess, let’s go.” The enormous doors creak open as the guards pull them apart, sunlight spilling into the corridor beyond. It’s bright outside the throne room, the long hallways lined with tall windows and colored glass that paint the stone floors in streaks of gold and crimson. Tomas falls into step beside me as the doors shut behind us with a deep boom.

Small throne black and gold with birthmark star carving glowed, and baby girl floated from Elena arms to small throne, sitting, 15th throne, small, controlled, thinking of love. "Fifteen!" Lily shouted, queen of small chairs. "Birthmark baby has throne! Small throne black and gold with birthmark star! Fifteen thrones!" Old houses Frostfall Nightglass Hollowwind knelt, holding gifts for fifteen — blanket of white-gold snow that never melts for birthmark baby, night-light that glows without queen, wind chime that sings five languages now. "We tried to kidnap baby blood heir," Lady Frostfall said, old voice emotional kneeling. "We were wrong. Now fifteen thrones, baby blood heir on big throne p