Throne Of Glass Series の小説・ストーリー

Unknown POV: "Is it done then?" Mumbled the King. Sitting in the throne room on his black metal throne carved like a dragon, King Toban gazed out at the hundreds of Rogues before him. All of them were down on one knee, their heads bowed in respect to their king. Standing in front of him was Anna. She wore a floor-length black dress, her blond hair pulled back behind her shoulders. Lowering her head in respect, she nodded. "Yes, My King."

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

The First King’s sigil. She set it on the nearest table, flipping through pages until she found what she was looking for. “Here.” Elior stepped closer, the others gathering around as Myrra read aloud. “To break the Throne is to break the Balance. The Chains of the Veil will shatter, and the Dark One shall rise again.” Silence. Elior’s pulse quickened. The Dark One. He didn’t need to say it. They all knew the name Erythos.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

Eryndra stopped as she stepped closer to her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat echoing like thunder in her ears. The sword felt like molten lead in her trembling hands. Seraphina's tear-streaked face looked up at her, blue eyes wide with terror, lips moving in silent prayers to gods who seemed to have abandoned this cursed throne room.

Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. She stood at the head of the table, her copper hair braided back, the circlet above her head burning with starfire. Rune was beautiful, but as deadly as any of us sitting here. “Who will go first?” she said, finally taking her seat. “I’ll start,” Amyra offered, her blood-red lips curving into a smile. “Three more covens have gone dark this month. It seems the witches are vanishing. Not running but vanishing. They leave no trace, no blood and no magic signature behind.”

Ana (voice thick): “Eight treasures down, thirty-nine still sleeping. Tonight we wake the ninth.” She leads us past the church, up a frozen path to an ancient hay barn that smells of cedar and centuries. Inside stands the Winterglass Mirror: tall, black ice veined with silver, humming like a hive. It doesn’t show our reflections. It shows futures we’re terrified of. - Me on a throne of frozen blood, crown complete, eyes empty. - Remy kneeling, broken, dagger at his own throat. - Seras burning everything she loves because she couldn’t stop it.

Emilia's POV The three thrones continued to rise. Silver. Gold. Black. They emerged from the fractured earth as though they had been waiting beneath the First Reality since the beginning of time. Every chain surrounding the Sleeper trembled. The Unmakers retreated. Even the First Queen stepped back. For the first time since she had appeared... Her smile vanished. Wesley stared at the golden throne. The Sleeper looked toward the black one. And somehow... I knew the silver throne belonged to me.

Oh, now I see, you were playing games, trying to make me jealous. "Enough of this, let's sort out the mess at the company first." I passed the bouquet to the bridesmaid and shrugged off Sebastian's grasp. "I'm here for the wedding. You guys can fix your own mess." Sebastian's annoyance was palpable as he looked up sharply. "Is this wedding really more important than our family's legacy? We've both apologized. How long are you going to drag this out?" He sounded so noble, but if he had not let Rosa's antics slide, we would not be in this mess.

Chapter 267: The Glass Dynasty Isang malupit at gumagapang na katotohanan ang sumasakal sa aking sinapupunan, isang lihim na hindi gawa sa laman at dugo kundi sa isinumpang sintetikong lason ng toreng ito. The empire we built from the ash of the old world was supposed to be our sanctuary, a kingdom of pristine glass and silent marble. But standing before the panoramic window of our new dynasty, I realized that the cage hadn't vanished—it had simply found a way to breed inside me.