Broken Throne: A Red Queen Collection Novels & Stories

"What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us." She rolled her eyes at him. "All of this will eventually end up in Mo's manor—I'm just looking at them a little earlier than planned! What's the big deal?" I wasn't in a hurry to get the pearl back. Instead, I asked the chamberlain, "Did Her Majesty mention what would happen if someone else touched these things?" "Yes, she did. She said that whoever tried to steal the gifts would immediately be thrown behind bars and punished." I tilted m

I felt like I was being sold off from my boss to another sinfully alluring boss that's totally off limits. He walked out after informing me about the coronation and all. I felt like a total alien in here, and he still told me to get used to this? I walked out of the balcony after a while of staring into space. Walking around the palace made me see the huge difference in the two packs. Moonlight pack was a lot better than crystal pack in many ways. A better king, none of them was any good with their temper though. A nice building structure, nice land and very spacious surroundings, much more better than Crystal pack.

“You knew who she was. You killed her family and then you made me watch her suffer for thirteen years. You put needles in my arm so I wouldn't remember that I loved her.” Rowan stood up slowly. He was still taller than me, still stronger. “I did what was necessary for the pack. A Thorne on the throne would have meant war with the Highborn. I gave us peace. I gave you a crown.” “I don't want it,” I said. I spat on his expensive rug. “I’d rather be a servant with her than an Alpha with you.” Rowan’s jaw tightened. “You’re acting like a child. The bond is broken. She rejected you. It’s over. Go find a high-ranking female and move on.”

But to save. The light grew stronger. Runes on the floor lit up, one by one, encircling her in a sacred ring. And then came visions. Flashes of wolves howling beneath full moons. Of queens before her who bore no crowns but wielded impossible power. Of battles yet to come—not just steel and claw, but truth against lies, hope against despair. A war of legacies. A world breaking to be remade. And in the center of it—her. Not just queen.

"Esme, we have to move! The floor is giving way!" He was right. Cracks were spider-webbing ou, glowing with that same haunting purple light. Dominic was still slumped against the pillar, his face twisted into a mask of triumph despite the blood trickling from his mouth. "You can't stop it now," Dominic wheezed, his voice rattling in his chest. "The Queen has claimed her throne. The blood has spoken." "Shut up!" Killian roared. He looked at Thorne, who was standing frozen near the entrance, his eyes wide as he watched the destruction of his father's legacy. "Thorne! Get Lily out of here! Now!"

Not witch. Something older. “This isn’t normal,” she whispered. And it wasn’t. No Queen had ever survived all seven trials unclaimed. No Queen had ever broken the laws of bond and blood. And no Queen had ever worn the Shadow Crown and lived to speak of it. She should’ve been dead. Instead, she was evolving. 3. A Fractured Pack In the war room, the five heirs waited. Kael leaned against the map table, tracing the edges of the central kingdoms with shaking fingers.

They bent their knees. She didn't sit on the throne. She broke it—with a single crack of her sword. And amidst the ruins of black salt and tears stone… The Citadel awoke anew. But peace never comes easily to cursed lands. Krishna's sword still radiated moonlight, dimly glowing in the broken room as the final pieces of the throne shattered beneath her. The rebels behind her wailed—some fell to their knees, others threw themselves to the floor, overcome by the strange silence after all that screaming.

“Then you reject the North! You will be a Queen of nothing!” “I don’t want a throne of bone,” I roared, my violet-silver fire erupting in a column of heat that shattered the ice pillars. “I want a Throne of Blood and Breath!” I didn't sit on the Obsidian Throne. I Smashed it. I raised the Sovereign-Fang and drove it into the center of the obsidian seat. The volcanic glass didn't just break; it Exploded. The "Too Much" energy that had been bottled up for centuries was finally released, flooding the hall in a tidal wave of Violet-Gold Marrow.

'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.

My legs gave way, and I crumpled to the floor, surrounded by whispers, stares, and the overwhelming ache of betrayal. Roy tossed his ring onto the floor with a cold, final gesture, his back already turned to me. Without a single word, he walked away, leaving me standing in the wreckage of everything I thought we’d built together. In that moment, with the engagement ring lying on the floor between us, I understood that it was over. The life I’d dreamed of had shattered in an instant.