Bring Me To Horizon Throne Novels & Stories

"You breaking your bond with Julia has nothing to do with me. Who are you to me, anyway? Also, I don't care how you found me. Get out of here right now, and leave me alone." I thought I'd made myself perfectly clear, but they just wouldn't give up. "Jasmine, I know you're just saying that because you're angry. We had a mating agreement before. I know you still love me. Come back with me, and I'll make you my Luna. Our pack members will always adore you," Henry said. I rolled my eyes internally. With his pack being on the verge of collapse, becoming his Luna was akin to a suicide mission. Before I could refuse, Lester got upset. "What do you mean, go back with you? Jasmine and I grew up toget

I walked up the stairs. "Elowen!" he wailed. I didn't stop. Malachi's hand slid into mine. His power was comfort. "The throne is ready, for you, little star, " he whispered. Behind us a thousand angry wolves rose. They converged on the Alpha who had lost everything.

Leon's brows drew together slightly. He glanced at me, lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Anrina leaned close and whispered into his ear. "If Isabella succeeds, then give her position back, okay?" Leon was silent for a few seconds before finally nodding. "Isabella." He looked at me across the room. "Go retrieve the shipment. Come back alive, and I'll restore your position as Capo." I stood there quietly, staring at the man I had personally helped place on the throne.

“You won’t.” Luna hovered above the throne, her voice echoing across the Vale. “You built this from pain.” The Blood Father snarled. “I built it from truth.” Luna raised her hands. “Then let it burn.” Her mark flared, and the throne ignited. Flames surged upward, swallowing the obsidian, the bone, the crown.

[System Update: New Ability Unlocked — Stormbound Assimilation] [Verdant Pulse → Tier 2 Evolution Achieved] The sky above cleared completely, leaving only the faint echo of thunder. I whispered to the silence, “I’ll carry it, Niko. The storm ends with me.” Echo hovered beside me, her tone unreadable. “And so it begins. Every gift bears its curse, Kiami Lynn. You have not ended the storm… you have inherited it.” I looked down at my glowing hand. Lightning crackled faintly across my skin, merging with the green light of the Pulse. “I know,” I said softly. “And this time, I’ll be ready for it.”

The crown hits the marble floor with a sharp clang just before my father’s body does. The hall erupts in screams. I want to shout, to rush over to him, but my voice sticks in my throat. All I can do is watch the blood pool beneath his throne, creeping toward me. The soldiers kneel, but not for the king—for her. Queen Lunice, my grandmother. “Long live the Queen,” they chant, their voices hollow and obedient. Her eyes meet mine. Those dark, ancient, endless eyes hold me in place across the years. “No male heir shall survive,” she whispers. “The curse has already begun.”

So, I found myself on a plane to the Malvara Isles. Days spent swimming in the ocean, soaking up the sun, I let go of all my weariness, relishing in the peace. Nine days after I left it all behind, I slipped into the bridesmaid dress my best friend sent over for her wedding. As I made my way to the chapel, I texted her: [Left the bouquet in the car, but I've got it now and I'm heading in to hand it over.] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me."

They wanted chaos, and in that chaos, they would strike me down. Cesar's hand lingered on the map as he sneered. "She took my empire. I'll make her die on the battlefield she's most proud of. This time, the hunter and prey will switch places."

"Because, Veritas, I don't think you can afford not to." The blood drained from her face. Her secret identity, the one thing that let her expose corruption among the elite—he couldn't know. "Is that a threat?" "Think of it as leverage and a business proposition." He stepped closer, his cologne teasing her senses. "Marry me. One year, no strings attached. Play the devoted wife in public, and I'll ensure Josephine gets the best medical care money can buy, the benefits far outweigh any... inconvenience.You need money. I need a wife. Simple business transaction."

They stood like a wall of iron chimneys, their three-lens gas masks reflecting the schematic map of the human spine like thirty pairs of unblinking eyes. Master Thorne did not let go of Elara's shoulder. The metal screw in his hip twisted and groaned, digging deeper into the white quartz floor. A web of cracks spread out from his leg. They reached the edge of the pool of salt water. "You have no power, Lord Regent, " Thorne said, his voice dropping into a flat sneer that didn't hide the metallic rattle in his throat. "The treaty of the dynasty says the metamorphic tier is separate from the civil tax line. You cannot sign for the west with ink."