Darkness Rifts Throne World Novels & Stories

Then you will learn what a throne costs to keep. The chains tightened—and the resonance screamed. Damian jerked awake, gasping. The lake had turned gold for a moment before returning to silver. Sybil was at his side instantly. “What happened?” “She’s not alone in there,” he said, voice hoarse. “Something ancient found her.” Sybil’s eyes darkened. “Then we move faster. The northern rift leads directly to the throne’s root. If that thing reaches it before we do—” “She’ll be trapped,” Damian finished.

And gods help me—neither am I. The Throne lunges. All its shards, all its roots, all its impossible geometry screaming toward us like a billion knives. We don’t run. We don’t break. We burn. Together. Light floods out of us in a wave that tears through the breach like dawn through rot. The Throne roars. The breach collapses. The world screams. And then— Darkness.

"What is it?" "Those are the seven realms," He picked up one of the stones and grazed his finger over it. They locked eyes momentarily before Lucian continued speaking, "The realm of the dragons, the realm of the giants, the ice realm, the realm of fire, the realm of water, earth realm, and the realm of the dead." Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire.

The only trace of her was a faint shimmer of light, barely visible in the shadows. Ravena appeared at his side, her scarred face pale, her voice trembling. "I know where she is. The First Darkness has taken her to the heart of the void. It's planning to use the Heart of Eternity to open a rift between worlds. A permanent rift." Kaelen's blood ran cold, ice forming in his veins. "A rift between worlds? What does that mean?" Ravena's voice dropped to barely a whisper, her eyes haunted. "If it succeeds, the darkness will consume everything. Not just our world. Every world. Every realm. Every dimension. There will be nothing left but shadow."

System alert flashes red. *Rift Event: Underworld Echo Breach – Level 85 Elite Mob Spawn.* *Boss: Remnant Death Lord (Echo) – HP: 500,000,000* We’re on the porch in seconds. The Court armed. Mom and Dad behind us—Mom with her consecrated mici grill fork (don’t ask), Dad cracking knuckles that summon thunder. The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons.

“Today, Ithea has suffered a great loss. We've lost one of the best champions the kingdom has ever had. Rhaizen Gale's untimely death has caught us all off guard. We will honor him for his valor in combating the fearsome Trerth and defending the kingdom. I am eternally grateful for his service and unwavering love for this kingdom. But we must press on; the nation needs a new champion to defend us, and we have several exciting new candidates in the running.

The attempts of the other kingdoms proved to be futile after they have already trampled on the lives of so many children. Though there are some that were blinded by the offers of their kingdoms and were treated according to what they have promised but they are already too late, the first kingdom to have accepted the Carriers as they really are have already advance too far for the other kingdoms to catch up.

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

"What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us." She rolled her eyes at him. "All of this will eventually end up in Mo's manor—I'm just looking at them a little earlier than planned! What's the big deal?" I wasn't in a hurry to get the pearl back. Instead, I asked the chamberlain, "Did Her Majesty mention what would happen if someone else touched these things?" "Yes, she did. She said that whoever tried to steal the gifts would immediately be thrown behind bars and punished." I tilted m

You tried to make it yours. The Hollow was never yours. You wore a crown when you should have broken it. But it’s not too late to kneel. The Gate is open wider than you know. Come to me. Or I’ll bring the ruin to you. It wasn’t signed. But it didn’t need to be. The Rift Within Rafael paced the throne room. "She wants you afraid." "She wants me divided." "Then let us strike first. You said it yourself we don’t wait. We choose."