Broken Throne: A Red Queen Collection Novels & Stories

“My *guards* could raze their kingdom before your hatchlings even find their wings.” “Still,” murmured the Rosate Elder, lips curling, her tone sluggishly venomous, “there are whispers, Red Queen. That House Rostrag’s flame gutters low. A golden mate lost… and a hatchling born wrong, they say.” The hall went silent. Segrenry rose, every motion steeped in majesty. Red flames unfurling from her wings like banners of war. “Say that again" she breathed, a whisper edged in rage "you barren wretch.”

His fists were clenched at his sides. “This isn’t business,” he muttered. “This is a sickness.” Amara pressed her fingers to his. “We kill the head, the body dies.” “And if we become part of the body to do it?” “We won’t,” she said. But she wasn’t sure. Because the next name on the auction list — the highest bid of the night — wasn’t a girl in a cage. It was her. Lot 27: The Red Queen “Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice rang out over the chamber, “for tonight’s crown jewel… a one-of-a-kind legacy. Trained in three cartels. Proven bloodline. Untouched. Unbroken.”

“Step through, wolf of broken blood, and wear the crown that was stolen. Step through and know why your Pack was built on bones.” Fenric drew in a breath, the faces of Kaela, Sira, Raelin burning in his mind, their voices, their trust, their doubt, their anger. He closed his eyes and stepped through the archway. The stone burned as he crossed, and the air shifted, heavier, darker, but alive with something that made his heart pound as if it beat in time with the very walls. The chamber beyond was vast, its ceiling lost in shadow, its floor lined with bones laid in patterns too deliberate to be graves. At the center stood a throne of stone, not carved for beauty but for weight, its surface rou

Black smoke twisted around his body every time another dead wolf collapsed at his feet and suddenly I noticed something worse. The First Queen noticed too because she looked disturbed again. “He shouldn’t be able to do that.” “Do what?” She didn’t answer immediately. Then her eyes shifted slowly toward the throne behind us. Not her throne. The second one. I finally noticed it properly now because the room felt different around it somehow. Her throne stood untouched beneath silver fire but the other one beside it had been cracked directly down the center. Destroyed from the inside. My stomach tightened slowly. “There were two thrones.”

And then— Something snapped. The throne cracked, a web of silver fractures splitting through its obsidian form. The power that had once ruled her—once ruled all the Moonborn queens—shuddered. And for the first time in centuries… It broke. ---------------------------------------------- The throne cracked apart beneath Lillian’s touch, silver fractures spreading through the obsidian like veins of molten light. The air trembled, the shadows writhing as if in pain. And then, the screaming began. Not from the throne.

"Centuries ago when the last Red Moon appeared, Toban was able to harness the power it brought. At the time we were living in a city Nyron, not too far from the kingdom of Athena." A sad smile graced his face, as he looked at his queen. "Everything was perfect. Our lands were harvesting well, and our offspring were doubling-"pausing, his smile vanished. "When the red moon came along, we knew what to expect. Your grandfather had never wanted a war with us but Toban wanted everything. He believed the lands belonged to him." Frowning, I shook my head. "What happened to my grandfather, why didn't he stop Toban?" "Toban killed him."

Him dying in peace and going to hell that befits him pays off that him been stabbed and stoned to death on the very spot of his sickbed where he lies. "D, once we are able to urge them to go back to their respective homes and leave the fight for another day, we should go help Mother to pack the luggages back to our new home. They can have the throne since lastest tonight, Father will be gone."I quickly quipped and he nodded in understanding. Snapping my head to face the uproar, I was alarmed when I almost slammed my face into one of them bulky chest. Crap, thank my luck. "Get away from the door kids! We are here to see the most worstest and cruel Alpha we have ever let on the throne."One fro

Curiously, I walk to the door of my room and open it, finding her on the other side. I've always had trouble concentrating when she wears red, and tonight, seeing the dress she chose, it's harder than ever. How can a woman be so beautiful? Sofia is wearing a flowing dress with a high collar, fitted on top and flared at the bottom. I don't even know what fabric it is, something light and thin, I just know I've never seen such a deep shade of red. "Well, well, if it isn't the architect's Italian shoes," Sofia says, smiling.

I mumbled stepping inside her chamber. “I heard that you are being given the apparel’s from the people. I have some of my apparel which I am not using. So, I thought of giving them to you as I am sure the thin gowns are not enough in this cold as you are new.” She uttered before stepping towards her cupboard and took out few apparel’s before giving them to me. “You have my gratitude for this kind help, Queen Sabrina.” I uttered with a smile and she smiled back. “I know you are upset for not knowing about the war but do not worry because Alastair is always safe. They will return soon.” She assured me.

Hey guys, before you continue reading, a lot has changed. Remember how Bryan released some rogues and even allowed some to join his pack? That turned out to be the biggest mistake he ever made. As a result, his Alpha title has been stripped from him, and Melvin was taken away from Claire, leaving her weak and vulnerable—unless she finds another mate or Melvin comes back. The most surprising part? Luara has given birth to another child. How? I know that’s exactly what you’re thinking—but keep reading, and we’ll continue the story from Claire’s POV.