Khaleesi Iron Throne Novels & Stories

Vador sighed as Aleister entered the study. "Call Alizon," Aleister said."Call her now" "Yes? You called for me,"a lady in white appeared.She had a white mark running from her hair down to her forehead,her hair was black. Alizon was a white witch,she was also Vador's godmother who stayed in the east empire disguised as an old lady.She was King Alarie's younger sister who was not killed when the dark witches had attacked because they didn't know about her. Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls.

she said, taking Victoria's hand and trying not to think about how those red nails looked like freshly painted daggers. The interior of the Elysian mansion hit her. She was wowed withmarble floors, artwork that belonged in museums, and a chandelier that could pay for Josephine's entire treatment. Isabella forced herself not to stare, but damn if it wasn't hard when everything screamed old money and power.

She said as she gasped for breath “I have done to you what you did onto me with extra bonuses slut” Chaos replied flatly “Who do you even think you are?” “You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other.

The guards opened it, and I stepped inside with them. The people inside turned to me. My heart was beating rapidly, not used to the sudden attention I was receiving. They looked at me in awe from head to toe. I raised my head and looked at the throne. The King, Queen, and Axel hadn't arrived yet, but I was asked to sit on one of the chairs next to the king and queen's throne. I was nervous to see everyone looking at me. "His Majesty King Edmund Hastings, His Majesty Queen Charlene Hastings, His Royal Highness Prince Elric Axel Hastings," the guard loudly said, announcing the arrival of the three people.

Men of the inner council stood on the right, silent, as if carved from stone. And at the center, seated on the black throne, was Khalid. His robe was black and gold. His hair was tied back. His chest was bare except for a single chain. His eyes, sharp and still as the edge of a blade, fixed on her the moment she entered. The attendants pushed her forward. Each step felt like walking deeper into a pit. She stopped at the foot of the stairs leading to his throne. The musicians’ song faded to a low hum. Khalid rose slowly, letting the silence thicken like smoke.

**Chapter 72: The Gathering of Thrones** The summons did not travel by messenger. It traveled by power. *** Through roots that whispered beneath the Eternal Glades. Through shadows that stretched across the Obsidian Realms. Through bloodlines, bonds, and ancient pacts long left dormant. *** Raven did not ask. She called. *** And this time— they answered. *** ### The Throne Hall of Valros The great hall had been prepared long before the first arrival. *** Obsidian pillars rose like black glass toward vaulted ceilings carved with ancient sigils—older than the current throne, older than the war, older even than the line of kings that had ruled before Victoria’s father.

Khael and Vastian flank us, their bodies silent flames beside mine, the air between us thick with need. The altar is cold beneath my bare feet as I step up, but it welcomes me as one of its own. I feel it hum against my soles—recognising me, accepting me. They surround me. My kings. My beasts. Khael is all intensity and shadowed fire, the kind of man who looks at you like he can see your soul—and still wants you anyway. His power pulses around him now, unchained. The full moon has gifted him his complete form, and I feel it in the marrow of my bones. His skin gleams like he’s been carved from midnight, my mark glowing across his chest, alive with something ancient.

Scarlett suddenly spoke. “My son will return to his position. I will not replace him because he is the only one who can sit on the throne. This was my father’s wish, the former chairman of the Knights. As for Bram and Robles' deaths, my family had nothing to do with it. It was their karma for stealing money from the Knights' foundation. They spread false information about my son and my clan.”

“Your father’s. Yours too, now, I guess. Half of it.” “The estate,” Sienna repeated, a laugh ripping out of her, harsh and crooked. “That ugly pile of glass on the cliffs? The one he threw up while Mom was hacking up her life in that shitty trailer?” She leaned in, daring Vivienne to twitch. “I’d burn it down before I’d call it mine.”

It bowed. Outside, the sky blazed with banners of white and gold. Crowds filled the plaza, tossing petals into the air until the wind carried the scent of jasmine and salt. At the palace steps stood the Iron Throne ancient, cold, and blackened by centuries of rule. It had witnessed empires rise and rot, and had drunk the blood of kings and queens alike. Now it waited for its burial. Bianca approached it alone, her long coat trailing behind her like a shadow that refused to fade. She placed one hand on its armrest feeling the chill, the faint pulse of memory that lived in the steel.