Throne Of Glass Synopsis Book 1 Novels & Stories

Hi everyone. This book has come to an end. This is book 2 of the ' Royally screwed' series. Thank you so much for getting here with me. I hope you enjoyed the book as much as I did. There was a lot of laughing and just blushing all the way. Let us not forget those hot steamy scenes. I loved it all so much. The series still goes on and is as follows: 1. The Royally Screwed Luna ( Complete) 2. The Royally Screwed Queen ( Complete)

Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there. Something moved in the glass. Not her. Not the room. Something just beyond the surface is leaning in. The same wrongness from her dorm. From the shadows that had thickened when she’d flared before. Something old. Patient. Watching. Her magic surged toward it like a tide. “No,” she gasped. She dropped to her knees. Pain ripped up her leg as she landed on the broken glass. Shard bit deep into her bare feet, into the skin beneath the robe’s hem. Warm wetness bloomed, soaking into the silk.

CHAPTER 12 — WHAT WAS TAKEN FROM ME Lyra’s POV Morning came quietly in Blackthorn. No alarms. No shouting. Just the low sound of wind brushing against stone and the distant rhythm of footsteps echoing through the halls. I lay awake long before the light reached my window, staring at the ceiling as if answers might be carved there. They weren’t. Sleep had been shallow all night, filled with half-dreams—silver light slipping through my fingers, a woman’s voice I still couldn’t fully remember, the feeling of being held down while something precious was pulled from my chest.

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.

Crystals cracked, the walls caved in, and a deafening roar of shadows consumed everything. The last thing the King saw before the darkness took him was his wife collapsing to the floor, her light fading, and the moon above breaking through the clouds — shining for the final time over Lunara. Chapter 1 The night was colder than I could ever remember. The kind of cold that bit into your fingers even through gloves and fogged the edges of the windshield faster than the heater could keep up.

He had even dared to warn him. “Treat your Luna properly.” Darius let out a low growl. “Stay out of my household affairs,” he muttered again—this time to himself. The car finally entered the grounds of Blackthorn Mansion. The grand building stood like a modern palace—cold, vast, filled with the luxury that had long symbolized his power. Yet tonight, the house felt eerily silent and oppressive. As soon as the car stopped, Darius stepped out without waiting. Laura rushed after him and grabbed his arm.

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

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.

I glared at her before turning my attention back to the king. "If I—" King Zion started. "I found something from your mate!" I blurted quickly, cutting the king off mid-sentence, lifting the novel for him to see. The moment his eyes fell on it, I swear they softened for a bit before they turned dark. Even without my wolf, I could feel the temperature shift and become cold. He approached, his eyes narrowing into slits. I took a step backward, my legs buckling and hands shaking as I attempted to open the pages and show him the letter before he wrapped his hand around my neck.

I opened my mouth to bombard her with questions when she cut me off. “It’s time alpha dearest. The final day of your ruin, your judgement and the sealing of your fate. Today, a new dawn shall rise and set in. prepare, for the battle has just began” she recited in that eerie voice with a sinister smile on her face whiles her eyes kept flickering between black and red. Before I could scream or ask what she meant, she shifted into the largest falcon I have ever seen and shot straight into the skies. A foreboding sense encased me. I don’t think this is all a coincidence.