Romans & histoires Curse Of The Crimson Throne

No mortal could stand the heat here, but thankfully, being a dragon of fire, this heat is nothing to me. I cast my gaze around while making my way in and took in the craftsmanship of the pillars, along with the colourful floor designs. This place is so different from what I am accustomed to, but I can appreciate how marvellous it is in design. The throne itself has several steps leading up to it and they have crafted it from solid gold. “Why do you come here?” The figure on the throne demands.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

"And the rats?" "Weed them out and burn them alive." I seethed before hanging up the phone. I despise disloyalty, especially under my reign. Not only is it distasteful, mannerless, and a hassle. It's not a good look for a Mafia King. It's dishonoring the Crimson Oath, a bond of brotherhood. Breaking the Crimson Oath is turning your back on your brothers. "Could this night get any worse?" "I see King has found himself a girl, but is she fit to be Queen?" That answers that question.

I wanted to know what man mom placed me up with after she abandoned me in this world for a better place. "When you were born..." Father could not go on. His tongue just got stuck, it had ran out of it's salivary juice or maybe there was no lie to cook up. The Queen however took it up from where he left, "Whenever you and Kristy were born, you were down with black death, a curse handed over my the first woman, Lilith who happened to be Kroni's mother. Kroni felt disheartened about the curse his mother had placed upon the descendants of Adam and Eve's first fruit which also runs in our blood. The curse is usually dormant but in your case, in your case it wast and it was slowly killing you. Kro

I threw myself in front of the television in an attempt to block it from view. "Don't watch it, Evan! I'm begging you, please! Look away!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was no use. Evan's reddened eyes were fixed on the television screen. "Shut up!" Evan rushed at the television and punched it. Instantly, the screen turned dark, and the glass fragments left cuts on his hands. Using his bloodied hands, he grabbed Carmen by the throat and pressed her against the dining table.

"The mother who devoured mercy when it was offered. The queen who tried to rewrite the gods and nearly succeeded. The monster who finally learned to pretend to be human." "You left a throne of ruin," he continued, "An empire of ashes and apologies. And I inherited what remained. The curse you abandoned when you decided to play at redemption. The power you threw away because you were too weak to wield it properly." He held up a shard of red crystal. The last ember of the curse, I realized with sick recognition a fragment that had somehow survived when the main body of the corruption was destroyed.

"She will awaken the throne, and you will kneel before her, Luscius. You... and every self-righteous traitor who bound themselves to the old blood laws." He stared at her for a long moment, and then—softly—he reached forward and closed her eyes. When he rose, he turned to the silent Council standing behind him. "She is dead," he declared. "The curse has been broken." But even as the words left his lips, the flames behind him surged — wild and unnatural — as if the very throne rejected the lie. ⸻ Beneath the Citadel, in chambers untouched by light, the blood wards pulsed. Somewhere in the distant shadows, a forgotten cradle sat still, empty. On the stone floor, inlaid with sigils long banned

“The duke—Thalric Veynor. He is not content with the throne of men. He seeks the Throne of Embers, an artifact forged from the last fire of the world’s beginning. With it, he will not rule… he will consume.” Serenya frowned. She had heard whispers of old relics, half-truths passed through bard’s tales and seer’s riddles. But a throne carved of eternal fire? That was no children’s song. “Why tell me this?” she asked. Cyrion’s ember eyes softened. “Because whether you choose it or not, you are part of this war. You can burn with it… or you can rise from the ashes.” With that, he mounted his stallion once more. Smoke swirled around him, and then he was gone, swallowed into the ruins as though h

I opened it alone in my cave and read words that made my heart stop. Daughter of Crimson, it began. Your mother did not die of sickness. She was murdered by the one who now sits on the throne you were meant to inherit. Come find me in the northern reaches, and I will tell you everything. Bring only those you trust most. Your enemy is closer than you know. There was no signature. No name. Only a single crimson claw print at the bottom. I read the words three times, my mind racing. My mother murdered. A throne I was meant to inherit. An enemy closer than I knew.

A crimson sun pierced by twin fangs. “The prophecy,” Varek whispered. “It speaks of a Crimson-born. Of a bloodline marked by the gods. A girl who will open the gates sealed by her ancestors. And in doing so, will bring the balance the supernatural world craves.” “Balance?” Fenrak muttered. “You mean chaos.” Varek chuckled. “The only chaos here is the rule Kael and his kind uphold. Alpha hierarchies. Territories. Submission. You think that’s order?”