Novel & Cerita A Throne Of Ruin

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

The hunger she’d always fought against—the one Kael had tried to twist into obedience—was gone. This power didn’t want to consume her. It wanted to claim her. A shudder ran through her as her vision adjusted to the darkness, revealing something impossible. A city. Or what remained of one. Towering spires of obsidian jutted from the void, fractured and suspended in nothingness. Shadows pulsed between the ruins, shifting, breathing. And at the heart of it all— A throne. Massive. Hollow. Waiting. Lena took an unsteady step forward. The moment her foot touched the unseen ground, the city responded.

Books, papers, and furniture followed in a chaotic storm, the mansion that had once symbolized power and control now nothing more than a chamber for his fury. Victor’s chest heaved, eyes wild, face flushed with rage, his body trembling. Every ounce of control he had once wielded had dissolved into this single, furious moment. And in the silence that followed, punctuated only by the distant crackle of broken glass and overturned furniture, Victor realized, without the dynasty, without Robert, without the leverage, the world was finally slipping out of his grasp. And Killian… Killian had the upper hand. Victor sank to the floor, breathing hard, eyes locked on the screen where Killian and Ivy a

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.”

“Over and over.” She touched his face “I’ve seen it too.” He looked broken “Then don’t go further.” She looked at the twin throne, And said: “I have to.” Auren stepped back, the sword pulsing, The reflection faded. The flame throne remained Liora climbed it Pain lanced through her body. Visions tore through her: Auren, crowned and sobbing, Sera, dying with Liora’s name on her lips, The realm burning. And then…Something else.

The goblet shattered in his hand, but he didn’t so much as flinch at the sting of glass piercing his palm. Crimson wine ran down his fingers like blood, dripping onto the obsidian armrest of his throne. The air thickened, oppressive, charged with his fury. He leaned forward slowly, claws digging deep into the throne’s armrests until cracks spider-webbed through the black stone. His eyes glowed faintly, a savage light burning within them, the kind of fire that promised ruin to anyone foolish enough to stand against him.

I collapsed to the stone beneath me, wind knocked out of me, as blood already began to flow in thick, warm rivers down my side. “You should’ve just stayed down,” Thorne growled, close and cruel. “You never deserved any of it. Not the title. Not the power. Not him.” I dug my fingers into the fractured stone, anything to try and ground myself to something that didn’t hurt. But it was too much. My knee was shattered. My ribs, fuck, I couldn’t even breathe properly. Thorne towered over me, snarling like a wolf full of blood and victory. And then I saw Kellan.

________________ Malrath, Lord of Ruin POV They whispered her name through the cracks in the veil...the last white wolf. Prophecy bloated bitch, birthed of moonlight and mortal blood. I slammed my clawed fist into the molten obsidian wall of my throne chamber. The entire hall shuddered, flames belching from the cracks in the stone like the realm itself recoiled in fear. Good. Let it burn with me.

“You are telling your father. Before dawn.” “I’m not,” I said, voice sharp. “If you want to, then go ahead. But I won’t.” Kade’s jaw clenched. “I love you, Rhea. Don’t make me watch you throw yourself into ruin.” Mari slipped her hand into mine, her eyes steady. “Sometimes ruin is exactly what the Goddess wants,” she whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. That night, lying awake in my small room under the eaves, I stared out at the ridge where the chapel sat in the distance. My mark glowed faintly in the moonlight.