A Throne Of Ruin Novels & Stories

Even as the body turned to ink, Even as the realm shook harder, Kael fell to his knees, Ashen bowed his head, Liolai reached out and touched the place where her mother had just merged with her shadow. And said, “Now there’s only one story.” The realm glowed, The sky cracked, And from the tear above, A throne fell, The throne was jagged. Made of shattered rules and melted metaphors. It hit the ground hard. And in its wake, silence. Until Ashen spoke: “She has written her way into sovereignty.” “Now she must choose to sit.” But before Liora could step forward, A scream ripped through the air. From below, From the roots of the realm. Not Liolai, Not the realm, Not Kael. Someone else. Someone bu

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.

(AMELIA) In almost twenty two years of knowing Trevor, I've never been as happy to see him as I am right now. Through my slowly blurring vision, I can make out his figure storming into the ladies room. Next second, the hand around my throat is gone and I collapse to the ground, trying to take in as much air as possible to fill my burning lungs.

"Oh, you're yelling at me? What exactly do you have that compares to Myra? All these years, she handled everything, and I just had to sign papers. I never had to lift a damn finger!" The two of them tore into each other without holding anything back. But no amount of screaming could fix the company's collapse. Soon after, Alan's company fell apart completely. To cover the financial losses, the court forced them out of the villa Alan and I once lived in together. It had to be auctioned off. And even with their lives falling to pieces, neither of them chose to actually work or rebuild. Instead, to maintain the lifestyle they were used to, they turned to gambling. It didn't take long for them t

They’re going to leave me here to suffocate in the dark while Rhea walks into the trap. I kicked. I screamed until my throat felt like it was lined with glass. I fought until my muscles turned to lead and the hope bled out of me, leaving nothing but a hollow, shivering wreck. I failed her. I failed them both. Just as my knees gave out and I slumped against the back wall, resigned to the dark, a mechanical groan shuddered through the metal. A sliver of blinding, artificial light sliced through the center of the box.

she whispered, but her broken voice was still audible. “Don’t be fooled, boy,” Baron pressed. “She’s been practicing that trembling voice for years.” Hailey stared at both Alex's father and mother confused, 'what does he mean by she's a manipulator.' “ENOUGH!” The word ripped from Alex’s throat, shaking the room into silence. His fury was palpable, his presence suffocating. “How dare you,” he growled, stepping between Jenny and Baron. “How dare you speak like that, Baron Vanguard, when you yourself are the definition of a manipulator!”

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

The ruins of the Black Throne Hall stood as a stark testament to all that had been lost—and all that had been reclaimed. Rubble crunched beneath Serena’s boots as she walked forward, the once-glorious obsidian pillars now cracked and crumbled, half-eaten by flames and magic. A bitter wind howled through the broken arches above, carrying the scent of scorched stone and blood. And there, at the base of the shattered dais, knelt Varyn.