Broken Throne: A Red Queen Collection Novels & Stories

She wore a dark coat that smelled of blood, and her eyes… weren’t human. “Evelyn Cole,” she said, voice like velvet stretched over a knife. “I came in peace.” Evelyn didn’t move. “From who?” .” She paused, “The old packs.” Mason tensed. “Why now?” “Because your city is falling,” the woman said coolly. “And the wolves… we smell blood.” Evelyn narrowed her eyes. “So you’re here to pick off the pieces?” “No,” the woman said, stepping closer. “I’m here to tell you that the throne is broken and there will be a game of thrones. And every pack is coming to claim it.”

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

she says gently yet firmly, “it’s time to wake up, dear. Morning’s already here.” I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes to hide the heaviness inside. She places a bowl of porridge beside me, smiling. “You need to build your strength, little one. We’ll head to the market later to see what we can trade.” “Martha,” I say softly, looking up at her. “Before we go, I… I have to change something.” She freezes mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. “Change something? What do you mean?” I run my fingers through my hair—the same hair that once caught attention in every palace hallway. It’s crimson red, like embers—my father's royal crest's color. It is both a sign of power and a curse.

Hate had never tasted so sweet. The shadowed queen was rising, and the pack that had once betrayed her would kneel… or bleed.

"Do you honestly believe that I would trust any of these other mother fuckers with you? Maybe the bullet in the last guys head wasn't clear enough for you. I don't trust anyone. Heth is the exception and I still don't trust him fully." "Hey. What the fuck dude? If you don't trust me then this won't work." Damion turned from me to him and I saw that smirk on his face that only means that he is either going to blow or he is up to no good. "Heth I am warning you once if anything happens to her you will be dead. I don't give a fuck if you are my second in command." Heth stated him down but he didn't say anything. He knew better than to back talk Damion. He turned and left the kitchen leaving us

But I had nothing to offer her, nothing but the remnants of a shattered heart and a relentless darkness that refused to be tamed. As soon as Lyla left, I called a meeting of my pack. We had important matters to discuss, matters that would determine the fate of our pack and the world we lived in. As Alpha, it was my duty to lead and protect them, and I would do so with the same ferocity that had earned me the title of the Broken Alpha. As the pack members gathered in the meeting hall, I could sense their unease. They could feel the storm brewing, the tension building beneath the surface of our fragile peace. My Beta, Cole, stood beside me, his expression unreadable, but I knew he shared my co

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Do your boss have any family?” Erica questioned Aslam “No miss it’s only him and few servants and guards” Aslam replied as they all finally reached last step “Fuck…” mike and erica both cursed in unison by standing on top 200th step, it was then the reluctantly saw a abundance ‘Red coloured palace’ standing tall and proud in front of their eyes, Mike , Erica and Meenakshi all kept staring at traditional Indian palace which was completely covered in bright deep red coloured walls also it was surrounded by a unimaginable vast garden which had thousands of flowers around which there were hundreds of butterfly flying around, the view they were witnessing was simply majestic, their whole surround

"The betrothed of my pathetic brother sneaks into my quarters in the dead of night, wields a strange, ancient magic, and claims she is here to help me? Do you think I am a fool, Marliene?" "If you don't listen to me, you're a dead man," I snapped, my fear briefly giving way to the dry wit that had kept me alive through years of the Ashthorns' abuse. I crossed my arms, trying to hide the fact that my fingers were still numb. "And frankly, dead allies aren't very useful to me." Rune tilted his head, a dangerous, mocking smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes remained utterly serious. "An ally? You think highly of yourself, little servant."

It burns through every name he tried to use as a collar. Queen. Mate. Vessel. Blood. Property. The mirrors fracture in full. Across every shard, a thousand versions of me move. One walks from the throne. One breaks the chain around her wrists. One closes Kael’s eyes and rises. One stands between Lily and a blade. One places both palms over her heart and refuses to be hollowed out for anyone’s future. The glass fills with footsteps. Every version walking away. Every lie losing its body. Draven’s face goes pale.