Iron Flame Throne Scene Chapter Novels & Stories

The pandemonium in the room was crazy, so I did something. I picked up the scalpel she dropped, and stabbed him in the chest. Right where the venom was. I dipped and tore the skin open and man, the skin was so tough most probably due to the venom. I was going for the original method, bleed him out. The venom began to flow out together with blood. I took my still bleeding hand and placed it over the torn bleeding skin and let my blood drip into it. The venom sizzled, like my blood was burning it.

My words did nothing but enrage him further, and he started to run towards me, hands outstretched ready to place them around my neck. But, before he could reach me, the familiar sounds of large wings flapping in the air met my ears. Fallon and I both looked up, Thale’s red dragon suspended above us. He exhaled flames in Fallon’s direction, although missing him so as to make sure I was not caught in the cross-fire. I needed to get further away.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

He is the worst. The witch king enters and immediately casts a spell, moving Thorne away from me. "You will take your hands off my lady" The witch queen and I both turn towards him. The same expression. "Counter proposition. You become my mistress, providing you with a new home and all you desire" His hippy hand caresses my face. If I wasn't in cuffs I'd rip his heart out. Fuck peace. Thorne may have his hands bound but that won't stop him. He lunges forward biting the witch king. Tearing the flesh off of his neck and spitting it at his feet. "MINE" he roars. The Witch King, Screams and collapses to the ground.

His eyes blazed with fury, but he was momentarily off balance, his malevolent presence faltering as he struggled to maintain his footing. Ronan and Dynaris pressed their advantage, their combined flames intensifying as they sought to overwhelm Khaos's defenses. The air was filled with the stench of burning metal and the sound of crackling flames, as the two dragons poured all their might into the attack. The sounds of Khoas’s agonizing screams echoed through the throne room, mingling with the roar of the flames and the acrid smell of burning metal. Khaos's armor cracked and shattered, its dark, twisted plates crumbling to the ground as the dragon's flames seared through the metal, scorching

Sylvia's whole body ached, her mouth aching from clutching the oversized towel. "Uncle Leo, hurry up and save me! I'm scared." Tears flowed endlessly down Sylvia's beautiful, stained face. The more she tried to move, the tighter the ropes became. The smell of dead and musty mice hung in the air. "Thirsty... so thirsty!" There was the sound of rough footsteps slamming against the cold ground. On reflex, Sylvia shrank back, trying to drag herself to the corner of the wall. A premonition of a demon from hell is coming to claim her life.

Angela tugged at my arm, whispering that we needed to leave before the chamber became a tomb. Yet Thorne raised a hand, and the stone doors slammed shut behind him with a thunderous finality. The air thickened with heat and shadow all at once, fire battling darkness in an unseen war. His silver eyes pinned me where I stood, holding me captive without chains, without touch. Then his voice cut through the chaos, low and unyielding: “The flame has awoken, but will you master it—or will it master you?”

Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides. I fought back with all my might, but against those muscular men, I was overwhelmed and forced to the ground. I curled up, doing my best to shield myself. Nicole let out a piercing scream and threw herself over me, her small body trying to fend off the blows meant for me. I called out to her weakly, unable to push her away. Desperate, I managed to roll over, pulling Nicole underneath me to protect her. I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away.

She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her. Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Kohl whispered to her, "Queen of the iron throne." Just a housekeeper at the Palace, remember? I'm not one of the maids vying for your love.

“The Night King won’t stop. Not after this.” Aria looked to the sky. “Then let him come.” ----- This is getting interesting 😍 Like and follow to unlock chapter 15😊