Curse Of The Crimson Throne Mga Nobela at Kwento

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

The crimson moon rose like a wound in the sky. It painted the world in shades of blood and silver, and Lila Winters felt its pull deep in her bones—like a whisper from the ancient curse that now tethered her soul to the darkness. The forest around her pulsed with life and death. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl, made her senses heighten until her heart drummed like a war chant in her chest. The Bloodthorn borders lay ahead, just beyond the ridge, but she wasn’t alone.

Torches flickered weakly as I descended deeper, my steps echoing unnaturally. And then I saw the vial. Suspended in midair, glowing dark crimson, pulsing like a living heart. My hands shook as I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the glass the world shattered. Visions exploded behind my eyes. A blood-red moon eclipsed the sky. Wolves chained to stone altars screamed as magic carved itself into their bones. They watched helplessly as their mates and children were slaughtered before them, the curse sealing with every death. I saw Liam standing beneath the eclipsed moon, a crown of crescent silver placed upon his head as the world bowed.

Senika said at last, his voice quieter now… but far more dangerous. “She is still coming.” A slow, cold dread pooled in the pit of the cloaked figure’s stomach. Behind him, the moonstone flickered. “Even weakened,” Senika continued, gazing out over the dead lands, “the Crescent warriors continue to present the biggest threat in this war.” His fingers curled slightly against the balcony rail. “My men have created lore. Rumors.” A faint, cruel smile touched his cracked lips. “Stories that they have been given… special powers.”

For throne. "You could have told me that you want the throne Alexis, I will have given it to you without thinking twice, I only wanted us to remain sisters, I'm sure that our parent's are so sad right now, I can never forgive myself for breaking my promise, this time I can't be by your side Alexis, I have to support the truth, I have to punish you because it's my responsibilities, I have to give justice to the people because they were the one's you were trying to hurt, this not between us anymore Alexis, you have crossed all lines and all limits and even if it's takes me to punish you In front of the world then I will definitely do it to prove to the world that justice is more than relations

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

“I want nothing. You came seeking what’s already yours, power, legacy, freedom from his leash.” He raised a hand. Shadows stretched like claws. “Ronan,” he said. “Show him.” Ronan stepped forward, drew his blade, and without hesitation sliced open my palm. I didn’t flinch. My blood spilled onto the altar, not red, but gold streaked with crimson, pulsing faintly like it was alive. The King leaned close. “Even your blood betrays you,” he whispered. “The golden curse of your father’s line. The crimson truth of mine. Two legacies that were never meant to meet.”