Novel & Cerita A Throne Of Ruin

"Brother." The wind carried his words away. And somewhere deep below, buried under tons of stone, the Lycan Vault lay in ruins. Its power scattered to the winds. Its weapon destroyed forever. And with it, the last remnants of Morgana Blackthorne's terrible revenge.

Wanted to believe the Sovereign of Martin Place had finally seen the monster he became. I couldn’t afford that. Not with Callan’s operative sitting fifty yards away waiting to steal my son for a corporate bloodline registry. Lachlan’s grief changed nothing about the empire currently hunting us. “I know he cried, Tobes.” I smoothed his hair. “Sometimes people cry because they broke something they can’t put back together. Go get your wooden ship. We’ll build a fortress out of the couch cushions.” His face lit up. “A big fortress? With a moat?”

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.

"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.

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

Until the next morning. I'm in my throne room surrounded by my council. Clad in their purple robes. I'm sitting on my throne, going over the new negotiations with the human kingdom. I feel him approaching. He stands beside me on my right. Pushing Marcellus over to the my left. He snatches the signed treaty from my hands and snorts "A treaty with food? They are beneath us, they have one use. We don't need to entertain their requests" He rips the parchment, throwing the sheds up in the air. The council are startled by his behaviour "Your majesty, what say you?" I stand up "Marcellus re-write the treaty and send it back to the human king. Make up some excuse and get him to sign it again" He nod

Victor sat alone in the cavernous Wolfe mansion, the walls echoing emptily around him. The usual bustle of servants, security, and aides was gone. He had sacked them all himself, watched them leave without a word. The dynasty he had grown up believing untouchable, invincible, was crumbling beneath his fingers.

My muscles lock, the throbbing pain fading as I watch his finger dance over the trigger. “You’re wrong.” he looks at me. “Let’s say you did destroy all the rings, X. Let’s say you accomplished what you’ve set out to do. Do you honestly believe, for one second, it’ll stay that way? Ha! The second the dust settles, evil will already be rebuilding their empire, this time stronger and better than before.” he stares at me as if I'm delusional. “You'll never get rid of evil. Never.”