Iron Throne Books Novels & Stories

“You speak of acceptance while you plotted against me with my sister. I know about the secret meetings. I know you drank wine and dreamed of power once I was removed. But hear this clearly. I am carrying Damien’s heir. This child binds me to Ironclaw more than any title. If you move against my people while I am gone I will burn every bridge you stand on when I come back.” Thorne’s face paled slightly. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time he seemed to truly see the steel I carried. “You risk everything on a fool’s errand.” I stepped past him toward the door. “Then watch me prove you wrong. Guard the walls. Keep the loyal ones close. That is your only task until I retu

​The dust from the shattered doors settled like toxic snow on Elder Thorne’s expensive charcoal suit, but the man didn't move to brush it off. He couldn't. His entire being was paralyzed, his eyes locked onto the three small children standing in the center of his path. ​Thorne had spent eighty years, nearly an entire lifetime, studying the ancient texts of the Silver Bloodline. He knew the prophecies of the "Triple Crown," but he had dismissed them as fairy tales meant to keep the lower ranks hopeful.

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

Her living room window allows her to see the beautiful night sky adorned with bright lights shaming the stars and even the moon. She imagines Nate and Nina looking at that same beautiful sky after having a lovely dinner while she dines on hot noodle and a cup of coffee. "I'm so pathetic. How did I become like this?" she asked herself. She's about to call for food delivery when Ivy's call came in. She already knows exactly what she's going to ask her. "I just talked to the TV producer. She's okay with the third book being launched in January next year. She told me they would broadcast the series in three weekends in February," Ivy said.

Serena added. “What did you say?” Kiran was stunned. When he came in, all his attention was on Serena, so he had not looked at the books. He immediately looked around him, and although it was dark, the moonlight was enough for him to make out some of the titles. They were all indeed ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’. Kiran was dumbstruck. “I’m not sure if you know that there are eight editions of ‘The Secret Records of Dragonsmount’,” Serena said to Kiran.

Blood spills out from open wound. I take a step back as Valdis begins to stand again. He sheds his black armor, replacing it with deep ruby scales.  His scales, are cold as ice, blaze bright as an ever-flickering flame. His chest holds a hearth of burning fire, although in his remorseless heart lays rime much like the depths of his eyes. He lets out a huff of steamy air from his nose, staring on at me. The officials in the room gather in the back. Waves of fear roll from them in large bouts. My father stares into my eyes sending a large bout of dominance soaring through the room. The intense pressure has me gasping for air but I fight the urge to submit to him by releasing my own dominance.

in my spirit that made my breath hitch. NO!! I heard it gently, but with the force of an order. I stopped. The gate was inches away. I looked up at the balconies where the photo had been taken, but the answers I was searching for weren't there. It was behind me. "Thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it," I whispered, recalling the book of Isaiah.

Penelope instinctively backed away from the alpha this however seemed to anger the alpha, a low growl could be heard and it stopped Penelope right in her tracks. Daniel continued to approach Penelope but just before he could reach her the door flew open revealing the head alpha himself. “Ah Daniel, I see you have already met my wife Penelope” Alpha Reynolds said as he walked further into his office. “Wife?” David replied still unsure if he had heard his eyes widening at the thought of what that meant.

Her boots crunched glass, the paperweight sweaty in her other hand. His eyes dropped to the key, that grin stretching wider. “That little thing. Opens something your dad stashed away. Worth more than this rotting heap.” He waved at the estate, the storm screaming outside like it was backing him up. “You don’t even know what it’s for, do you?”

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.