Broken Throne: A Red Queen Collection Novels & Stories

Power like that did not simply vanish, it found new ways to survive. “What does that mean?” Myrra asked, her voice sharper than usual. The First King exhaled slowly. “It means you must be ready. The throne was a keystone, a tether between realms. Its destruction has left a void, and voids are meant to be filled.” A shiver ran through Elior. He had expected resistance, perhaps even chaos among the packs. But this was something more, something unseen, lurking just beyond their reach. Rael crossed his arms, his expression grim. “So we just traded one curse for another?”

His finger trembled as he pointed at my face. "Victor Wright! Have you thrown basic business sense out the window for a single woman? Fine. If you insist on being this stubborn, someone else will inherit Wright Group! In the end, I traded my position as heir to secure Ashley the sufficient resources she needed. She'd thrown her arms around me that day and sobbed. "I'll prove myself, Victor. I'll show every last Wright that you made the right choice!" And now here was Eddie, telling me that being by my side was too exhausting for her.

“You're not one to break your promises aren't you? Your oath? Staying true to the conditions of a lost bet? I could go on and on.” “Fine!” She turned around and stormed off, slamming the door and making me chuckle lightly. It was fun tiling her up. My smile vanished just as quickly as my mind went back to the guy in the dungeons. It still didn't seem right. Darius had never met Rora so what would he benefit if she was gone? Of course he must have heard of her considering her unique standpoint in the werewolf community but what would he gain? I looked around and something caught my eye on the shelves.

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

All broken threads, And it was now reading. A voice echoed through the ink-veined land, ancient as the first page ever turned: The Queen rewrote her death. The child broke her ending, The father refuses silence, The rules have been bled too thin. Kael stepped back, holding the woman’s hand, unsure if she was savior or sentence, The voice continued: Thus, the realm will write a new genre, And all shall bleed to fit. In the distance, castles rewritten into weapons rose, Forests grew mouths. Time unraveled and re-knotted itself into claws. A new story was being born, One that needed no heroes. Only survivors.

Before anyone could move, the mirror pulled her in. The world spun, and suddenly Mia was standing in a sunless throne room. The queen was there, her violet eyes burning, her armor streaked with blood. Kneeling before her was a man in silver robes—her brother. “You can still choose,” he said softly, almost pleading. The queen’s gaze hardened. “I have chosen. And I will break the crown before I bend to it.” From the shadows, the Editors emerged—not mist this time, but solid and real. They circled her like vultures.

Down into the cooling basement where the real hardware lived. The doors opened into a vast, circular chamber filled with liquid nitrogen mist. In the center sat a massive throne made not of gold, but of woven fiber-optic cables pulsing with a dark, arterial red light. And sitting on it was the Red-Queen. She wasn't human. She was a Composite Construct. Her body was a patchwork of the most beautiful parts of a thousand uploaded women, stitched together into a terrifying perfection. Her dress was made of flowing digital red code that spilled off the throne and connected to the floor.

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.

“When the time comes, you’ll have to choose, Ashlyn. Between love and balance.” I met her eyes, steady. “You already know which one I’ll pick.” Her lips curved into a sad smile. “Yes. I do. And that’s what scares me most.” We stood there until the first drops of rain began to fall, the storm building around us. Lechandray leaned against a tree, quiet for once, watching the two of us like she was witnessing something ancient and fragile. When the thunder cracked above, Serena pulled her coat tighter and said, “The Red Queen will come soon. When she does, everything will change.”