Romans & histoires Game Of Kings Blood Throne

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.

The city awoke to red banners. They hung from half-burned towers and broken cathedrals, painted with the sigil of the Queen — a serpent biting its own tail, coiled around a bleeding sun. Her followers called themselves The Children of Bloodlight. They prayed at the ruins of embassies, lit fires beneath her name, and spoke her decrees like scripture. “Her blood was our birthright. Her fire, our redemption. The world ended, and she began.”

I was shocked to the core; I ran my fingers through my hair and went up to change for the baby home coming party. I stood under the hot water of the shower and the flashes of my teary mate kept coming to mind, I was the one that started all this, I should have just been honest with her; why was I so afraid that she would not accept the monster I had become. I got out and put on my white shirt, not putting my buttons up all the way and navy blue suit pants; I looked in the mirror and my eyes were red from crying in the shower, I combed my hair into a pompadour and put on some cologne; tonight I would make Athena fall in love with me again and I will claim her. She is mine and mine only; I wil

“What will you choose?” I walk along the wall, knowing exactly what I’m after, and proceed to take a katana down from the wall. Traditionally, katanas are forged using Tamahagane, but this particular sword is forged using bloodstone, a specific gemstone that upon contact, can weaken any sanguidae. It’s also the only substance that can kill them. To successfully kill a sanguidae one must cut out their heart using bloodstone, as it stops the heart from regenerating.

He was the crown prince and cannot be touched. Now he has become King. I swore revenge. It’s blood or blood. The only way to get closer to the King without suspicion is to take part in the King’s game, win and become his shadow and so I have trained all day and all night to be strong enough to take on that position by his side and from that very position, torture awaits him. I will torment him until he runs mad and dies from the inside before i finally kill him physically and then, I would escape like nothing happened just like he did with Stacy’s death.

Bram, ever steady, adjusted his axe at his back and exhaled sharply. "Let’s not stand here waiting for another ancient nightmare to show up," Bram muttered. "That place already spat out one monster. Who knows what else is down there?" Rael tightened his grip on the book, the weight of it more oppressive than before. The First King’s words echoed in his mind. The throne does not grant power. It takes. It feeds. It is a door. A door to what? He looked at Elior. "We need to figure out what the throne really is. If the First King locked something away, then breaking the chains might have just set it free."

The scent of burning incense lingered in the air, mingling with the faint trace of parchment and wax. At the heart of the room stood a broad oaken table, its surface spread with a great map of the realm. Rivers, mountains, and borders stretched across its expanse, and upon it stood small carved soldiers—miniature knights, horsemen, and archers—placed with precision. Their silent ranks mirrored the armies beyond the palace walls, each piece marking a strategy only the king understood.

The pendant against my chest pulsed once feeling warm, then still. Outside my window, dawn painted the fortress walls gold giving off a sense of normalcy. But that was a lie. ‘Normal’ was the last word anyone would use to describe recent events. Somewhere beyond those walls, more girls were awakening. More bonds were stretching. And something ancient was beginning to remember. A knock interrupted my thoughts and I already knew who it was. “Come in.” Rael entered. He looked worse than yesterday. The exhaustion sat heavily on him now. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. A man trying to hold together a kingdom that no longer wanted to remain whol

“Long ago, our ancestors left a prophecy. The day the blood of beasts vanished completely from our line would be the day Valtherra fell. When I was on the throne, I married fertile women from across the land, all in the hope of conceiving a child who carried the old blood. But of all my children, only Julian survived to adulthood. And he showed no trace of the blood at all. I thought it meant our fate had run its course. I didn’t want Julian to be burdened by this the way I was, so I never told him any of this.” Then, he looked at my children. His eyes shone with emotion and hope. “But I never imagined that he would father these children with awakened ancient blood. With them, Valtherra will

Outside, distant howls echoed through the city. Different packs. Different Alphas. Coming for me. Kael moved toward the broken window and looked outside. His face hardened instantly. “They brought war units.” Jaxon cursed under his breath. The Prince’s expression turned calculating. “They aren’t here to negotiate.” “No,” the King agreed calmly. “They’re here to claim power.” Cold dread slid through me. “Because of me.” Silence answered. God. I hated that silence. The King stepped closer slowly. “You are the throne’s bloodline.”