The Fifth Throne: Craving His Forbidden Sub
***Warning: this book contains explicit content and graphical descriptions. I'll put a disclaimer on any chapter that's 18+ and note that every part of this novel is entirely fictional and will be a coincidence with anyone's***
"You're petite, feeble, and gay. All shades of wrong, and I'll crush you, Rhett." His tone is vile.
"Your boner says otherwise, King Kael. I'm a chick with sharp features, full pink lips, sexy, snatched body, small waist, and I'm that dude you want riding you to cloud nine all night!" I didn't stop there. I added. "I'm that proud gay man you're too ashamed to become, and I see how you want to rip through my clothes and fuck me, but guess what? I'll never allow your homophobic ass."
He was once a slave without voice or freedom, raped by his master. As if that trauma wasn't enough, he was turned into a vampire by a monster.
For seven years, he resisted the transition and abstained from blood until his sister was murdered by witches.
All hell broke loose, he drank her blood to take back revenge but the darkness overcame him. His tyranny birthed the Fifth Throne where he ruled with bloodlust and spite... but when a tech-nerd, proud gay man stumbles into his world, an obsession arises.
Rhett is everything he despises: unapologetic, troublesome, and accepting of his sexuality. However, when Rhett's life is entangled in a supernatural war between vampires, witches, and hunters, the Vampire King must protect him.
But how does one love a man who claims he doesn't love men? Who would rather kill you than kiss you? And what happens when that man starts craving your touch more than blood?
In a world full of monsters, such bond doesn't go without spiralling a brutal war.
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Chapter: ~6-The Second Encounter~~Rhett~He is a monster; I'm aware. However, I couldn't let go of his touch. His hands romance my waist, pulling me closer into his embrace. As warm as it feigns, a sinister sensation creeps within. From the shadows, he speaks my name. "Rhett." His breath is freezing against my skin, yet I feel cozy. And then, he turns me around to face him. And I see him for who and what he really is. A monster. A reckoning danger. A lethal malignant beast. Like every other time, I did the only thing I could. I screamed!I wake up with a scream, my frightening dream worsening each day. My voice today is coarse and weak unlike yesterday and the day before. I can feel my weaknesses deep inside my bones. I really don't think I can do this anymore. Three days since I've been locked in this cold room. First, my anger kept me going but as time goes on, my chest hurts and my stomach twist from the hormones. Even now, I don't feel angry anymore. At least, that's what I think. I really just want to be out
Last Updated: 2025-05-28
Chapter: ~5-Shelter From The Cold-hearted~~Rhett~"King Marcellus. Forgive me, but you can't go through. The king is occupied." Whoever King Marcellus is, he doesn't care at all. Not one bit. Instead, his gait remains sharp and fast before he stops and takes a sharp glance at the guard who was trying to stop him. My undivided attention is placed on them. King Marcellus is also a striking man, typical vampire gifts which I'm starting to realise. His features are flawless, his jet black hair is packed in a ponytail, sharp crimson eyes full of evil, dressed all black which points out his warm beige skin. He's heavily muscular too, except he seems German. His accent confirms that."Do your men ever know what I'm capable of, Kael?" Having said, King Marcellus grabs the guard by his neck. "Drop him, Marcellus." One would think he'd heed except he twists the guard's neck and drops his limp body. King Kael seethes at him to which King Marcellus ignores. "Oh, don't give me teary eyes now, Kael. A vampire won't die from mere broken
Last Updated: 2025-05-21
Chapter: ~4-Evil Without Remorse~~Rhett~Darkness roots deep in physicality. It engulfs the skin of man, hidden in plain sight, only to be felt in the shadows. And then, comes the monster, revealing himself as this darkness. I feel him. He touches me. His words reek fright in me. Unlike none I've ever felt. His talons, sharper than a knife. His fangs, eager to drain your blood. His voice, leaving your legs shaking. And he comes for me, in the woods. In the shadows. He murders. He killed Reynolds. My eyes snaps open, a heavy headache forcing me to dig my nails into my thighs as I groan aloud. When it finally comes down, I'm left breathing harshly. I'm in a dark room, so dark I can barely see anything. The floor is cold. The smell is awful: nasty and nauseating. My stomach retches at the sensation. My body's weak but I throw it forward until I touch an iron bar. My heart quickens then things start to make sense. My eyes are now familiar with the dark. Goodness. I'm in a cage. My nerves spike up as chills run down
Last Updated: 2025-05-21
Chapter: ~3-His Death~~Rhett~The past few days would have been torture and depressing if not for Reynolds. He makes me not regret coming to college. Instead, Reynolds makes it vibrant when, oftentimes, after school, he would come and take me out.Now, I may be wrong, but there's truly something suspicious to Reynolds' actions. I can't really place a finger on it, but he would always ask about Valois, as if I knew him through Valois. Yes, he may have opened up about his pansexuality to me, and yes, I may want to kiss him already, but I can't ignore the chills that come with my curiosity. Tonight is the rave party, and I wish Valois was around. Scratch that, I wish he had come home since the day he left with his boss. I really haven't seen him since then. Also strange. A few minutes later, I'm done bathing and cleaning my body. In front of the mirror, I sink into the rattan armchair and begin with my skincare. Reynolds will be coming to pick me up, and considering it's my first party in college, I plan to
Last Updated: 2025-05-19
Chapter: ~2-Mixed Feelings~(A/N: the imagination of locations are mainly made-up by me. It doesn't have any relation with the actual locations in Staffordshire University).~Rhett~Freaking out is an understatement. I heard the sound of bones breaking...blood! I'm bleeding for fuck's sake. "Oh, fuck, I'm bleeding." As it dawns on me, I scream but a hand soothes my shoulder, its owner coming to lock eyes with me. "Hey, look at me. Look into my eyes, okay?" He repeats when I wouldn't stop hyperventilating. The moment I stared into his eyes, I am hypnotized. His beauty can't be justified with words. His silver cerulean eyes looks precious, thick eyebrows, and dark silver hair. His body is perfection, his genes sculpted like art as I watch through the saggy black singlet he's putting on and tight jeans—also sagged—around his thighs. His abs are sharpened as well as his firm ass in a black Calvin Klein boxer. Suddenly, I can't breathe. "Can you stand up?" His voice finds my hearing again, and I flutter. "What?"
Last Updated: 2025-05-19
Chapter: ~1-Acquaintances~(A/N: forgive me. English is my second language, so I may mess up a lot between my accents, grammar, punctuation, and others but keep in mind that you'll understand regardless). My dear soft reader, happy reading.~Rhett~The heavy splatter of rain. The clapping sound of thunders, striking through dark clouds."Mom, it's stormy and completely pitched black outside. Don't go. It's dangerous." My voice is low and broken."I'll soon be back, Rhett. Your father needs me. Stay inside, darling. Don't worry." A lie. You never came back...I feel a hand on my skin, tapping repeatedly, awakening me into reality. I roll my eyes. Of course, it had to be Rick, my dad. "We are here, Rhett?" He says and that's when I take in my new environment. Truly, we have arrived at Staffordshire university. I gum myself to the window, watching as students roam the space. There are people chattering and catching up with their friends. Many people with different concerns. The weather is chilly as though the d
Last Updated: 2025-05-19
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