Iron Throne Books Novels & Stories

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

The Heart of Reality. 💔 There had never been a fourth. Or so they believed. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Throne The book revealed another memory. 🌙 Ancient ruins appeared around them. A massive palace. Larger than kingdoms. Built from black crystal. 🖤 Four thrones stood inside. Not three. Four. 👑👑👑👑 The first belonged to the King. The second to the Guardians. The third to the Heart. And the fourth…

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Two Monsters ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom: King Malgron sat on his throne, looking every bit the immortal tyrant he was. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties at most. Handsome in that sharp, dangerous way that said "I could kill you and look good doing it." His long shoulder length green hair was left undone and freshly combed. He looked more like Kaelithra's older brother than her father, which was just one of the perks of being over a thousand years old and immortal.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

The page was titled: The Hollowed Flame—Last of the Veil Prophets. “One who binds the living and dead by flame shall awaken the Hollowed Flame, and the world shall burn anew.” It wasn’t just prophecy anymore. It was a plan. And Lyanna—her sister—might be the vessel. A soft knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. Kael stepped inside without waiting for a response. He looked tired, his jaw shadowed in stubble, his clothes rumpled from war council meetings. “You’re not resting,” he said softly. “I can’t.” She held up the book. “I found something.”

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the king ordered, pointing to a young servant girl who immediately curtsied and nodded before walking away to fetch her. "I hope our trip to Valethorne just goes smoothly," Lord Thalen Ironhart said, adjusting his ceremonial sword at his side. "Like we all know, it's Malakar we're talking about. Once we get there, avoid anything that would make him upset." His weathered face was grim, etched with lines that seemed deeper today than usual. The other council members nodded solemnly. They had all heard the stories - entire armies disappearing in the night, kingdoms that had opposed Malakar reduced to ash and memory. They were walking into the lion's den, and they all knew it.

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement