Bring Me To Horizon Throne Novels & Stories

“Father, speaks, through, me, Father, says, the King, is, weak, newborn, untested, the Thorns, will, judge, him.” The face in her chest smiles. “If he fails, I take the body, if he wins, I take the throne, either way, Hollow wins.” Rowan screams, inhuman, and charges. Mercy catches her by the throat. “Weak, sister, always, weak.” “Let her go,” I say. Mercy looks at me. “Make, me, Queen, command, me.” I step forward. “Mercy, Thorn One, I am Wren Duskbane, Hollow Queen, I command you, release your sister.”

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

Then I turned back to the soldiers assembled in the courtyard. “Warriors!” I called. “Sebastian lives and leads you into battle! On this day, we show the world our power!” My words hung in the air. For a heartbeat, we stood motionless—united by a single breath. Then I raised the iron horn to my lips and blew a single, long blast. The sound rolled across the courtyard and into the valley beyond, a summons to war. “March!” I roared. “For Sebastian! For glory! For Crimson Moon’s ruin!”

The glow of the moon haloed his crown, but it could not penetrate the darkness clinging to him. “You left the door open,” the child whispered. From beneath the throne, darkness pulsed—alive, growing, spreading. The vision shattered. Scene 2: Gathering the Guardians Iris gasped as reality snapped back around her. The air was colder. Aiden rushed to her side. “What did you see?” “The Hollow Throne,” she murmured. “It’s real. It’s awakening. If it’s fully opened, he’ll be lost.” Aiden’s expression hardened. “Then we need to seal it. But how?”

'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

“Frostbrook obeys your royal command, Beast Queen.” I walked up the steps before the stone seat. Morning light fell over broken flags and the clans lifting their heads toward a new order. In my last life, I sat beside the throne as part of someone else’s glory. In this life, I stood before it with the north I had saved, gathered, and trained at my back. When the Beast God’s royal mark settled into my palm, the entire Beast Realm bowed its head. The throne belonged to me.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

We walked toward the car, ready to begin our honeymoon, our life. As we passed the Moon Spring, I took one last look at its tranquil waters. The reflection of the sunset shimmered on its surface, a perfect, beautiful painting. From this day forward, I was no one's property. I was Isla, Master Healer, Luna of the Sunstone Pack. And I was loved.

The staircase climbed impossibly high into the darkness. Leading nowhere. Or perhaps somewhere far beyond the world. At the very top stood a throne. The throne from my vision. The Throne of Stars. The throne hidden beneath the kingdom. The throne every ancient power was searching for. And seated upon it was a figure. Motionless. Silent. Wrapped in chains made of silver fire. A prisoner. Still asleep. Still bound. Yet somehow more terrifying than anything we had seen so far. The golden eyes immediately focused on it. The thirteen fortresses turned toward it.