Iron Throne Books Novels & Stories

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

stitched crowns, sigils of hollow thrones , to the brine pit's rim. Flames licked the frost away in a hush that smelled like fat and oil and salt. Selena stood at the edge, boots half-buried in the churned mud where the last of the Thorell boys had begged for mercy they'd never learn to spell. She watched the fire catch the gold thread in the old king's standard, watched it curl to smoke that fed the orchard roots below. When Kieran pressed his hand to her back, she didn't flinch. She turned her head enough that his mouth brushed her hairline, hush and warmth and ruin all tangled on his breath. "Would you do it again?" he asked. Selena's smile bared teeth. "Every crown. Every grave. Every l

It would be Theon’s Story. HEARTS SERIES Book 1: His Winter Heart (Snow and Eion's Story) Book 2: Changing the Billionaire's Heart (Sereia and Phoenix's Story) Book 3: Billionaire’s Heartless Love (Ellaina and Ajax’s Story Book 4: Billionaire’s Undeniable Wife (Theon's story upcoming) And that is all! I hope you;l support my other books as well! Till next story >_< -faith <3 Again, this is only the end of this story. I will continue uploading the next book in the upcoming chapters.

I scratch his ear and he settles again. There's no sign of James and Charlotte other than James' tablet on his armchair and a book, marker inserted, on Charlotte's favourite spot on the settee. With no real interest, I look at the cover. 'A Song of Ice and Fire - A Dance with Dragons.' The scent of something is drifting in, James' cooking I assume. A part of me says it smells rich and savoury, winey and herby, but my gut recoils. Just a coffee maybe...

“Enter the Hall of Pain. There, the final trial awaits.” Nyra nodded, determination rekindled. Ryker brushed water from her hair. “I’ll be right beside you.” She offered him a fierce smile. “Together.” The Hall of Pain was a vaulted chamber carved from obsidian stone, lit by braziers of crimson flame. Every surface was etched with the blood‑runed glyphs of the first queens; warnings, prophecies, and curses that flickered in the firelight. At its center stood the Iron Throne of Agony: a seat of black metal lined with sharpened spikes and chains that gleamed like blades.

"Cressen had wisdom." "I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out.

The fact that I’m her step-brother is just a technicality of a shared last name; it never stopped the obsession. ​Then she saw the next section. Her breath hitched. The entire A Court of Thorns and Roses collection was there, bound in custom leather I’d commissioned months ago. I saw it then a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She tried to swallow it, tried to keep that mask of cold fury in place, but the books were my Trojan horse. I’d invaded her heart before she even knew the door was open. ​"You're home," I said, my voice sounding more like a command than a statement.

“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

I was late—dinner had started, and I’d planned it that way, hoping to slip in unnoticed. The oak doors swung open, a servant nodding as I strode past, my tailored suit feeling like armor. I didn’t return the greeting, my mood too dark, my mind still tangled with Lila’s scent, her screams. The dining room’s chandelier cast a warm glow, but the air was thick with tension.

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)