A Throne Of Ruin Novels & Stories

Stones whispered songs only Rowan could hear. By mid-afternoon, the ruins appeared through a curtain of fog: massive arches of marble etched with gold veins, trees with bark like glass, water that shimmered with moonlight despite the sun overhead. They entered cautiously. In the center of the ruins stood the throne Rowan had described shaped like a crescent moon, resting atop a pedestal surrounded by roots that pulsed faintly with power. Kael stepped forward first. “What is this place?” Rowan was drawn to the throne. As he neared it, the pedestal bloomed with light. Vines coiled upward like arms reaching.

I grab Kael with both hands—hands that are more soul than flesh now—and the moment I touch him, the Throne screams. Not words. Not meaning. Just raw, perfect hatred. The void detonates in color. For an instant, I see everything. The Veilborne swarming through the shattered world, tearing cities like meat. The dead walking. The skies folding. The roots of the breach running through every star like veins of poison. The Throne, infinite and alive, its spines piercing every possible future. And us—two sparks in its fist, daring to burn. It wants to crush us. It almost does.

“Riven, listen to me—” Riven covered Luca’s hand with his own. “If I walk away, it finds someone else.” Wolf stiffened. “That’s not your responsibility.” Riven met his gaze. “It is if I’m the only one who can survive it.” He turned back to the throne. And sat. The moment his skin touched stone, the world shattered. THE CROWN’S MEMORY He was everyone. A warlord crowned in blood. A judge who erased districts. A queen who fed rebels to the streets.

Dora continued. I sighed. "Lets hope he doesn't do anything stupid". The class door opened again and our History teacher, Mr. Stephen stepped in. "Good morning class". He said as he dropped his briefcase on the desk. "Good day, Mr. Stephen". The class replied enthusiastically That's it. Mr Stephen is in for it. He sat on the chair and brought out his books. Weird, nothing happened. He rested on the chair and he immediately fell down flat as the chair broke.

“To prevent the Hollow Sovereign from corrupting the sanctuary completely.” Selene crossed her arms tightly. “And now the seals are breaking.” The guardian’s gaze shifted toward her. “Because darkness rises again.” The silver flames along the ruined walls flickered weakly back to life now, illuminating more of the underground sanctuary. Lyra finally saw the true scale of the chamber. The ruins stretched endlessly beneath the mountain, ancient thrones carved directly into black stone while enormous murals covered the walls. Murals of war. Sovereigns standing together beneath silver-black skies. Kingdoms kneeling. Darkness consuming entire cities.

"If I die in this room today, my story doesn't end here. Thalia’s pack will rip through your borders. Julian and Vivienne will turn your secrets against you. And half of your own guard that believes in Aro's vision will tear this throne room down from the inside. Go ahead. Start your civil war. Paint these walls with your coven’s ash. But know that you will be the first one to burn in it." The Shattered Throne Caius stood frozen, his chest heaving as he stared at the fragile human girl who had just laid out the blueprint for his empire's downfall. He looked at Aro, searching for a sign of a lie, but Aro only gave a slow, warning nod. He looked back at his own guards, noticing how many of the

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

“I am the Queen of Ruin.” Rafik’s gentle hands elegantly pleased Tessa’s breasts when he left her throat. “Yes. My Queen. I would see that you are the greatest destroyer ever breathed into being. I want to watch you burn the whole world and bask in the warmth of its flames. Just take me with you, Rohi.” Smashing her lips into his, Tessa released him from the depths of her endlessly hungry body as she lifted herself from the bed. “I’ll be right back.” Slipping her silk nightgown over her body, Rafik turned to watch while he continued to pant in recovery.