Fallen Throne Novels & Stories

Camillia and Marco ended up dying in an accident. It was suspected to be a revenge killing. When the news popped up on my screen, I was rushing to complete my thesis in the library. The comment section went into a frenzy. [An accident? Please. Camillia is the Colene family’s spy! That child is Marco’s! The Don despises traitors, so he took them both out himself!] I stared at the screen, and my fingers trembled. This was not how it happened in my memory.

“That feels… statistically unlikely.” I swallowed, helping him sit up slowly. He winced but didn’t pull away from my touch. “You remember?” I asked quietly. His jaw tightened. “Enough.” He looked around, eyes narrowing as he took in the warped landscape, the circling shadows. “The throne—” “Split,” I said. “One half vanished.” His gaze snapped back to mine. “Vanished where?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. But it wasn’t destroyed. It was taken.”

The stillness in the aftermath of the battle was deafening. The ground beneath Asha felt as though it had shifted, as though the very fabric of the kingdom had been torn and reshaped by the events of the past few days. She sat in the center of the throne room, now empty and hollow, a stark contrast to the palace that had once stood as the symbol of the crown’s unshakable authority. It was over. The Spire had fallen, the magic of the Soulbone dissolved, and with it, the centuries of royal tyranny. The fight had cost them dearly, but the future was theirs now.

Whole. Then... Darkness. An eighth throne emerged from the shadows. Empty. Watching. Waiting. The seven lights flickered. One by one. Until the memory shattered. I gasped. Kael tightened his grip on my shoulder. "What did you see?" I met his eyes. "It wasn't built with the others." Lucien frowned. "What wasn't?" "The eighth throne." The connection confirmed it. "It came later." A horn echoed from the eastern watchtower. One long blast. Then another.

It didn't belong in this world of red dust and silver puppets. "I'm not giving you anything," I said. My voice was small, but it was steady. The CEO’s smile didn't fade, but his eyes turned cold. "Then we do it the hard way. Adjusters! Prepare the 'Execution' set. Theme: **The Fallen Knight.**" --- ### The Theater of Pain The world around us began to change.

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

Their hair falling down behind their back as they entered inside the room and stood in a row. “The slaves have joined us. We have wide collection. All of them are pure blooded. Virgin. Make your choice and enjoy the night.” Tony finished with a slight bow to his guest. After that he started showing each one and the buy and sell begin. This is what the Royal Club for. A slave and sex cartel.

Renriel did not care about the answer he would receive and much less about how it would unfold -all he wanted at that time was to see how far Kalias and Aynur would go, to see the fallen become a king again and maybe show himself that it was possible. A fallen king could always return to his throne. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

She was Elinor Pendragon, the fiancé of the late crown prince and the one next in line for the throne. It was set in stone for her to have a bloodied path and she didn’t wish for Azeph to walk it down with her. Not after the assassination attempt that made it really clear that she was not safe. She could never be safe, not even if she became queen. That was the life of people in the royal family. This is what it means to carry the royal bloodline within you. Azeph pulled back his hand on her cheeks. “Would you like to watch the sunset with me?” He asked and she nodded,

The memory of his fallen comrades burned bright in his mind, a beacon of unwavering resolve amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. With a heavy heart and a burdened conscience, Alex knew that he could no longer continue serving in the army. The weight of the secrets he carried and the knowledge of the injustice that had been perpetrated weighed heavily upon him, a constant reminder of the sacrifices made by his fallen comrades.In a moment of clarity, Alex realized that he could no longer be a part of an institution that valued secrecy and deception over truth and justice. His loyalty lay with his fallen comrades and the oath he had sworn to protect and serve, not with those who