Dragon Throne Novels & Stories

Their expressions all looked tense, with frowns furrowed and hardened jaws. "We need to start preparing because a major war seems inevitable," Father said. "Several kingdoms are experiencing crises simultaneously. The Eastern Kingdom is experiencing the massive civil war their land has ever seen. "The Southern Kingdom lost their next leader, who had been betrothed to the strongest Alpha in their kingdom. The man accused the King of doing it on purpose and threatened to remove him from his throne. The Western Kingdom is facing serious internal problems within its palace. I believe this is happening under the influence of outsiders," Father explained.

From Andrew's angle, he could even see the intricate mortise-and-tenon joints along its edges. Chantelle quickly said, "During the Fallen Crimson Dynasty, foreign safes, firearms, and cannons had already been introduced to our country." Andrew nodded, his gaze sweeping across the lake to the very front of the palace's central axis. Step by step, white marble stairs with jade railings led upward to a golden dragon throne with five fire-breathing dragons as its backdrop. On the throne sat a lifelike figure. Andrew's first impression was that it was alive—a living person. However, after careful observation, he realized it was a mannequin with facial features pain

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

"It is time Liora learns that the dragon protecting her is the son of the man who stole her father's throne." Liora's true identity was not merely that of a hacker's daughter, but the rightful heir to the empire currently ruled by the Thorne family. END OF CHAPTER 73..

He chuckled. “Thought you choose the design,” he said. “I did, but the trolls decided to spice it up,‘’ I said. Silver throne is shaped like a wolf. I chose the design, and the trolls did as I said, but they made the wolf look vicious and not to talk about using pure gold to design it. The worst part is they decorated it with gemstones. Trolls are great at designing thrones and crowns. That is basically what they do and you can’t even imagine how expensive his throne is. Anybody who gets this throne is forever going to be rich, so that is why it’s enchanted. If anybody tries to steal it, I can only imagine what will happen to them.

Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession. And finally, the bronze throne,aquincted to the alphas offsprings,either male or female. It's obviously the least and smallest amongst the trio throne and being two sons, double bronze thrones appear situated besides the golden throne,one directly besides it's left and the other situated on it's right after the silver decorated throne. "Hurry up brother,much are yet to be settled" Drake chuckles,once again pulling me outta the dumb imaginary world. "Am sorry,I really am sorry" I openly apologise before heading to my bronze throne rightly situated be

Dragons. Not the gentle, myth-bound creatures she had read about in the hidden library of her childhood, but beasts forged in flame and shadow, chained by oaths older than any crown. Their roars shattered stone, their firestorms turned fields into glass. And at their center, gliding as if he ruled the storm, was Thalric Veynor. The duke had broken his final mask. No longer the scheming noble with whispered threats, he was commander of a dragon host, his armor gleaming blood-red in the inferno.

The Imperial Palace. The Throne Room. Noon. The Dragon Throne sat atop a dais of black marble. It was a monstrosity of gold and rubies, shaped like a coiled serpent. For three hundred years, only the Thornes had sat there. Today, the doors opened for a new bloodline. Vespera walked down the long red carpet. Her boots—still muddy from the battlefield—left dark prints on the pristine wool. She wore her black riding leathers, her heavy cloak billowing behind her like a storm cloud.