Darkness Rifts Throne World Novels & Stories

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

"I am the only sane and alive wife of your father but what I am getting?... Humiliation and disrespect, each and every fucking day... This throne should have been Tyson's because he was the legit heir with a living mother but Rafael killed your father and snatched the throne..." "Anyway it belonged to Rafael because he is the older one after the death of Laurence..." Kat couldn't believe that her mother was still in delusion. "Ohh, shut up!... Mikhail killed Laurence..." She said hatefully. "These brothers want to kill all of us and take all the power... But karma is watching..." "They don't need to snatch... It's theirs" Kat gritted. "If you don't stop this then you will end up dead... I am

The shadows crashed against it like waves against a cliff, unable to break through. "Seal the paths between worlds," I ordered. "Close the doors the Queen has opened." The blood shield pulsed, sending waves of power outward. One by one, the rifts in reality began to close. The shadow animals caught on our side shrieked as they were cut off from their source. That's when I saw her face in one of the closing rifts—Lyra Storm, the Midnight Queen. Not stuck in the journal as we'd thought, but somewhere between worlds. And she was smiling.

Both of them dragged me in different directions, and it hurt. I screamed, light bursting from my hands again, slamming into the walls. The cracks widened, fire burning out. And then—the world cracked open. The corridor dissolved, walls peeling away like paper. Through the rift I saw it again—the city of black spires and silver rivers, the violet horizon stretching forever. And there, at its center, that throne of bone. It moved when it saw me. Like it was alive. Like it had been waiting. The whispers turned into a scream. Come home.

And I knew—if she pushed herself any harder, she’d burn herself out. I moved toward her quietly, boots crunching over frost-bitten grass. “You should rest.” “I will,” she said without looking up. “After I’m sure everyone else is settled.” Her voice was steady. Too steady. I crouched beside her, watching the ripples in the lake. “The rift isn’t like the others,” I said finally. “You feel it too.” She nodded once. “It’s...older. Stronger.” I didn’t say it, but we both knew it meant trouble. A rift like that meant layered waves. Multiple bosses. Things the kingdom hadn’t seen in decades.

One by one. They began to dim. Selene's eyes widened. "No..." "It's happening too fast." Kael looked toward the sky. "We're out of time." The shadow closed its eyes. "I never wanted revenge." Raven frowned. "Then what do you want?" Golden eyes opened again. "To finish what I started." "The realms are still dying." "The balance is broken." "I can fix it." Thorne shook his head. "By destroying this world." "If necessary." Lightning crackled around Ragnar.

Silence fell. “She was chosen before you,” he continued. “Before the throne. Before fear clouded judgment.” “That’s not possible,” I snapped. “She hasn’t emerged.” Spiritfang’s eyes darkened. “Emergence is not proof of worth,” the Spiritfang said calmly. “It is proof of readiness. And Raven was delayed—not denied.” My chest tightened. “There will be consequences for your actions,” he went on. “For now, you are to search for Raven and bring her back, you can’t seat on the throne, Damien. Not while she is alive.”

The connection between the two Rheas was a jagged wire, and the struggle in the Between was causing the Physical Vessel to vibrate with instability. "If he breaks the throne, the cradle falls," the Heir whispered, its voice turning frantic. "And if the cradle falls, I will drown this world in the blood of every living soul before I am cast back into the dark." POV: Blaze Ryder "There has to be another way, Rhea! I can't just... I can't do what you're asking!" Blaze was backing away from the throne, his eyes wide with a terror that surpassed his fear of death. The archive was beginning to shake. The nebulae above were turning a bruised, angry purple, and the obsidian floor was cracking beneat

Chapter Fifty-Two The Heart of the Moon No one spoke. The shattered ceiling above the palace had become a map of broken skies. The first rift continued to pulse over the throne room. Now four more had appeared beyond it, stretching across the heavens like jagged scars. Darkness seeped through each opening. Not enough to cover the world. Not yet. But enough to make everyone understand the truth. The Moon Kingdom was no longer the only target. The Primordial Darkness laughed as it drifted toward the largest rift.

The terrain they stood on was rustic and beautiful. Upon high, Willow saw green and brown mountains folding into the horizon. So beautiful that they will soon see the ugliness of their world. Lothaire and Willow sat still inside the idle truck, both deep in their thoughts. Willow doesn't know what will happen next. Whether the mage will restore him or will the imposter's army catch up to them. They don't know even if an army remains but since he is imposing as a king, anything is possible.