A Throne Of Ruin Novels & Stories

A symbol of ruin. Jayden climbed the stairs alone. Ivy and Aelin remained behind him, a respectful distance, though his bond with both of them tugged painfully in his chest. He needed to do this as Alpha. As King. When he reached the throne, he paused. He looked at the jagged seat. The bloodied armrests. The scorch marks. Then slowly, deliberately, he sat. The wind howled through the ruined court. And the wolves rose. Howls erupted, one by one, like a wave of thunder spreading through the valley. Loyalists, rogues, seers, even those who once supported Caelum—they all threw back their heads and cried to the moon in unified sound. It was not just a song of victory.

Her wolf howled. Her divinity screamed. Her mortal heart broke. And then— the throne cracked down the center. A shockwave blasted outward. Aria screamed as power ripped through her— splitting her vision into three realities at once. Auren lunged for her. Kael grabbed her waist. But neither reached her in time. The throne shattered. Light swallowed the chamber— and Aria vanished. When the light cleared, the throne was gone. The rift was gone. Aria was gone. Auren and Kael stood in the ruins, staring in silent horror at the empty space where she had been.

she argued. “Architetta.” He leaned closer, his hands gripping each side of his desk as his voice dropped dangerously low. ”Then this job may take more from you than you expect.” She could feel it then, the danger lurking behind his words. Promising retribution. AILANI’S POV (24 hours earlier.) “She collapsed suddenly.” Everything in my life changed with those three words. A single phone call was all it took to send my whole world crashing down, like a rollercoaster on a broken track.

'Once you fall down there, your physical body, soul and mana energy will fall apart due to the nature of the barrier set in there. '. . the mana flowing in you will be attracted to the closest compatible vessel. . .' Is it going to happen anytime now? Oh yes, he is going to be a significant part of the second destruction of the Kingdom, what an honour. "Thea. . Johann. . " he whispered to himself, facing up from where he believes he fell from. 'I guess this marks the end of it. . .' Having no other choice but to surrender himself, he inhaled the heavy air he grasps, and closed his eyes.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

The terror in her dialed irises confirmed his suspicion. His aura turned more cold and dark if possible. A small chuckle vibrated from his rough throat. Her unshed tears , she was trying so hard to control, started streaming down like waterfall, studying his deranged reaction. She was doomed. In hands of man who was her sinner, her tormentor, the man who ruined her.

For the rest of the day I focus on reading through the paperwork, and as expected, I’m only halfway through by the time I clock out, and even if I don’t have it finished, I still get to leave only to return early the next day to continue with it. That’s how the next few days go for me: home, work, reading, reading, reading. It’s a pain, but it helps me get a better idea of the one that I am going up against in the near future. And from each line I read, my suspicion that the leader is something more than a human is only strengthened. Strange wounds that seem to be made by animals. Superhuman strength. Quick reflexes and agility.

Silence returned, but not peace. Just wine, I told myself. Just exhaustion. But the words cut too deep. Ronan’s voice was too real. What if it was true? What if everything I built was already crumbling? What if Ronan lived, waiting to reclaim it? My hands were shaking as I poured another drink, his words were in my head: Brother, the throne you sit on is made of sand. I drank until the bottle was empty, the room moved in my eyes, and when I fell on the bed, the pelt wrapped around me like a burial cloth—I couldn’t run away from the truth.

“Do you think destroying the Throne was the end? You’ve doomed us all.” Lucian snarled, stepping toward her. “Careful, witch. You’ve outlived your usefulness.” But Selene only laughed—a hollow, broken sound. “No, Alpha Draven. You’ve only just begun to glimpse the truth.” She raised a trembling hand and pointed toward the sky, where the blood-red moon still hung heavy. The eclipse had not faded, though it should have. Instead, the crimson glow thickened, dripping across the heavens like veins of blood. “The Throne’s destruction tore open the rift. It was never meant to be shattered. And through that rift, the First Wolves stir.”

And in a voice as old as the stars, she said: > “Then choose, flamechild. Sit the throne—or watch your twin take your place.” --- Silence. Theron trembled. Selene felt her heart split. And then— He turned. And walked away from the throne. “No,” he said. The realm trembled. The Queen laughed—once. And vanished in fire. --- The throne cracked. The girl disappeared like smoke. The realm pulsed once—twice— And began to collapse. --- Kael grabbed Selene’s hand. “Go!” They ran—Elira holding Theron’s hand, Rowan and Naeria shielding them with bursts of raw magic as the mirror realm crumbled behind them.