Curse Of The Crimson Throne Novels & Stories

Ethan shouted into the phone but was met with only a cold dial tone. "Heidi, I'll avenge you. Everyone who ever tried to hurt you will pay the price!" Ethan's voice was hoarse but determined, as if completing a final act of redemption. With that, he turned and left the room, weighed down by sorrow.

Crimson Throne The heart of the Shadowlands pulsed like a living wound. Crimson light spilled from cracks in the black stone, glowing veins that throbbed with unnatural rhythm. The air was thick with whispers — the sound of lost souls weeping and prayiny, their voices drawn to the new queen who had claimed dominion here. Mona stood in the center of it all, bathed in bloodlight.

The sapphire seemed like a curse, its heat spreading through every fiber of my being. “Throw it away, Evelyn!” Sylvia’s voice called urgently. I wished I could. But the hilt felt glued to my palm. No matter how much I tried to shake it free, it wouldn’t budge. “She can’t,” Augus sneered, his eyes darkening with malice. “Haven’t you learned, Syl? The sapphire of the throne isn’t just blessed with divine magic—it’s cursed with black magic. Anyone who isn’t of royal blood who touches it will burn. Their flesh and soul will be consumed by fire until nothing remains but ash.”

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

“So, with the will of the blood throne which gave me the ability to transfer any kind of power, I transferred the power to the blood Queen. I saw the power as a virus, so I sent the blood Queen out of the blood sea, and I monitored her from the throne. She was mad with the desire to kill, but with each kill, it only made her stronger, and we felt her strength in return. She sought not to control it, or bring it under submission, till I talked her to it. Each time she resisted to kill, it only made her edgy for blood. Well, eventually, she embraced it, and it became part of us. Eleanor made herself part of the blood sea, and your mother became Queen. They both fought, and Eleanor did say to m

"Will Sir Robert know what to do?" "I hope so," Crimson replied, trying to keep both their spirits up, as she had no idea if the screams they had heard as they fled through the house had been ones of her husband or of anyone else unfortunate enough to come across this evil creature. "The curse...I never thought it was true..." "Mary...hush," Crimson replied warningly, checking that everything was still and silent before running from doorway to doorway and up yet another flight of stairs. But the girl carried on regardless, her large brown eyes reflecting her anxiety.

Victoria stood next to him, her long red dress shining under the yellow lights like a fire against the dark room. Lord Julian moved the dark wine in his glass, his sharp blue eyes looking at the black diamond necklace on Victoria’s neck. "You walk into our house with big pride, Miss Sterling," Julian said, his smooth voice cutting through the noise of the ocean. "You spent two weeks ruining business that took our group years to build. Dominic Thorne was an investment." "Dominic Thorne was a thief," Victoria answered calmly, looking straight into Julian’s eyes with cold strength. "And your investment failed the moment you mistook his greed for real power."

Everything hurts, my body, my heart, my soul, but I kept moving because the howls were getting closer. Trees whipped past in a blur, I didn't know where I was going. The howls stopped. I looked around, confused, why had they stopped chasing me? Then I saw the marker, a stone carved with symbols that made my blood run cold. I'd crossed into forbidden territory. The Shadowlands. Domain of the Alpha King. Even Garrick's strongest warriors wouldn't follow me here. Stories said Alpha King Kael Draven killed trespassers on sight, that his territory was cursed, that nothing lived here except death.

"What the hell is that?" "Elena’s curse," Zephyr said, his voice tight and sharp as shattered glass. "She bound the Ashford Estate to her blood years ago. The moment the crown was claimed by a Primordial, the estate’s defenses turned on the thief. That mist is the Crimson Hunt—a magical hound bred from hatred and ancient magic. It will track us until it tears the crown from our heads or kills us trying." Ronan extended his claws, the steel of his fingers gleaming in the dying torchlight. "Great. We’re being hunted by ghosts. Fantastic."

“You shouldn’t be. The curse… it’s pulling me under. You’ll drown if you stay.” She clenched her fists. “Then I’ll drown with you.” The world around her flickered. Reality twisted, and suddenly the battlefield was gone. She was standing in a vast expanse of shadow—Kael’s mind, or maybe the curse itself. The air was thick, heavy with whispering voices that clawed at her skin. A throne of obsidian rose in the distance. Upon it sat the silhouette of the dark god, his eyes twin burning coals. “So,” the god murmured, his voice echoing like thunder underwater. “The healer dares to walk into the abyss.”