Khaleesi Iron Throne Novels & Stories

The three most feared royal Alphas in the world. Caspian, the eldest, stood in the center, his golden armor splattered with blood. To his left was Silas, his twin swords humming with raw power and to his right was Kaelen, the youngest, his fists crackling with the exact same golden energy that Elara had felt pulsing in her hallucination.

I had so many questions but there was no one to answer. No one can be that strong just from touching mermaid waters. What? I whipped around. It was the healer girl. She smiled. How are you in my head? I asked. No one had ever been strong enough to penetrate my thoughts but I'd been capable of doing just that for as long as I could remember. I'm a healer, it comes with the gift. I felt her smile. She continued, you're a pure breed vampire. I can sense it, your gifts have nothing to do with merfolk save for the scales.

and then they land on something that knocks the air right out of my lungs. At the far end of the hall, raised high above the floor, sits a massive platform—and on it, three thrones. My mouth goes dry. The middle throne is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Made of black iron, towering, cold, powerful. Etched with moons, wolves, and ancient symbols I can’t even read. Even empty, it radiates authority. Darkness. Strength. That throne belongs to someone who doesn’t ask for power—they are power.

“Hey. Look at me.” I did. His presence anchored me—but the pull didn’t stop. One of the Thrones glowed brighter than the rest. Different. Older. Its markings were fractured, incomplete, as if it had once been destroyed and rebuilt poorly. “That one,” Kaelith breathed. “That’s new.” Ashael’s expression hardened. “No,” it said. “That is repaired.” The Absolute the Old Standard intended to crown. It wasn’t empty. A shadow sat within it—unformed, restless, waiting for a body strong enough to survive it.

And through it all That same woman stood. Unmoving. Unstoppable. Silence. She could still the earth beneath her feet move The wind calm Then she saw a throne. A Black iron throne The vision had a Cold. Unforgiving aura And seated upon it Her…. The silver-haired woman. Alive. Unbroken. Unchallenged. Around her Kings, clans and warriors All kneeling. All bowing. Not in respect. In submission. In fear. _____________________________ The old woman’s body trembled violently.

From the west gate, Kaelith entered. Her crimson armor shimmered with golden filigree, shaped like feathers and flame. Her long black hair trailed behind her, braided with embers. Her eyes, storm-grey and fierce, locked forward with focused calm. In one hand, she carried a flaming whip, coiled like a sleeping dragon. Her boots barely touched the ground as she walked—hovering slightly with each step.

I suppose that's why he left in a hurry. "How do you know all this?" I ask her. "I've seen it happen.. Sometimes your wolf gets so jealous it takes over you and it might be very difficult to calm it down. Don't give Reece's wolf reasons to want to take over , it will be nasty. So stay away from that Charles guy or it's only a matter of time." Lexi explains. "Well, he's gone now. He was just here for my birthday." "That's good then." Lexi says.

“First in order, The grand coronation will be held 10 days from now. Our majesty will have to undergo training with each of the council leaders. Everyone must stick to their prescribed schedule as we are against the clock. Before we proceed, allow me to introduce the council leaders.” Just like what Sephie said, the only thing that Mauve had to do was sit on what feels more like a disco light due to the insane amount of crystals on the golden throne. The council hall is as big as two basketball courts combined. It’s hard to miss the glass ceiling where you can see through the levitating transportation capsules traveling at the speed of light. Mauve hasn't seen the entire Elite yet so far, he

Distracted from his ire, Keilor allowed himself to sink into his favorite chair. The leather had worn away on the armrests, but it was still serviceable. He couldn’t be talked into throwing it out. Why was it that all the trouble in their lives of late came in the form of a woman? A woman, he thought angrily, who’d called the undefeated Lord of the Hunt to heel with one phrase from her traitorous charmer lips? Come to me… He closed his eyes at the humiliation of it. How could he insure the safety of what family he had left if the Haunt knew that their Warleader could be brought to his knees by the voice of a woman?

She says making me go silent to listen to her. "Of course, you know that too, because as much as I am happy that you have found someone you can pronounce you love even if it sounds very dumb as its your first time meeting her, we both know something does not sit right, with the king being killed by the stake of Adonis and finding a human that looks just like the goddess, Aphrodite." She tells me honestly as I still remain silent knowing that her words are true and bothering, to say. Adonis and Aphrodite, what is the lord of the heavens planning?