Novel & Cerita A Throne Of Ruin

(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

“Neither will I.” The child cries out. “Please don’t leave me.” I pull him close. “I’m not leaving. I’m changing the world for you.” The Arbiter raises his hand. Then let the throne break. Everything shakes. Pain explodes through my chest. And just before it consumes me, one thought burns clear If the throne breaks… Who will the gods fear next? As the Arbiter begins to destroy the divine throne, I realize too late that if there are no gods left to rule, someone will rise to replace them… and all eyes are already turning toward me.

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.

--- Below Solara The Cradle of Crownless Thrones There is a place in Aetheria where no light dares crawl. Not because it cannot reach— Because it is not allowed. We call it a vault. It is not a prison. It is a graveyard. Nine thrones lie in that hollowed, bone-wrought pit. Burned, broken, scorched by betrayal. Cracked by prophecy. Soaked in the marrow of forgotten immortals. No name dares echo here. No song dares hum. But tonight— One throne stirs. Blackened antlers. Molten chain.

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

That was impossible, they all feared us and dared not to even breathe wrongly in our direction plus they were all corporate when I looked out the window. “Could be some omegas messing around.” Rowan said with a shrug. Before continuing to the throne room. I will find whoever was responsible for this ruckus and deal with them later. We all walked to the throne room. The throne room was large with dark obsidian pillars, dark stone flooring, perfectly sculpted faces of all the previous alpha kings and queen lunas lined up against the walls on either side. A lot of blood has been shed in this room, faint crimson blood stains here and there, a reminder of what could happen if you step out of line