Prince Of Death's Throne Novels & Stories

The throne room of the Pirate King was inside the hollowed-out hull of a massive, ancient Leviathan-class battleship that had been beached on the highest peak of the island. It was opulent in a savage way. Tapestries of stolen Imperial flags hung from the ribs of the ship. The throne was made of melted-down cannons. Caspian Thorne sat on the throne. He was a handsome man, with skin the color of teak and hair like spun gold. He wore a coat of red brocade and enough rings to sink a swimmer. A massive cutlass rested against his knee. He watched Tristan and Saoirse approach. "The Viper," Thorne said, his voice smooth and rich. "I heard you were dead."

Does it mean that my bloodline outranks theirs? Wynn jumped through a closed window with force, making the glass pieces shutter all over the place. Prince Deacon let go of his father's throat. His father's lifeless body fell to the ground. Prince Deacon felt his wolf explode, his bones breaking, stretching, and healing. Prince Deacon’s Kingships reached every supernatural, bringing the supernatural war that was just about to break; to a stop. With his mind protected by the enchantress’s spell intact, no one could see that it was he who killed his parents. Guards stormed into the throne room, but Prince Deacon already left through the same window that Wynn jumped out.

“I’m sure the priests will have some ideas.” I frown a bit, studying our Prince. “Isn’t that…my job now?” “You may be the Queen of this world now, Juniper,” Orion murmurs, turning his eyes back to me. “But I’m still Death’s heir. Those are two different things – no one ever said Death had to be King of the Underworld, that’s just a deal he struck with Life ages ago. I’m no God – at least, I don’t think I am. But Death’s responsibilities are mine now. Ruling the Deadlands is my job.”

The door creaked open slowly, groaning in protest. Karina stepped into the room, and the temperature seemed to drop another ten degrees. The air here was thick with power—familiar, yet ancient and foreign all at once. The room was vast, the high stone walls covered in faded tapestries. The flickering torchlight cast strange shadows, dancing and shifting like living things. But it was the throne in the center of the room that caught her attention. It was black, made of dark stone, intricate in its design, as though it had been crafted by hands long dead. And there, in the center of it, sat a figure. The prince.

The twisted branches intertwine, forming an intricate lattice that symbolized the king's dominion over the natural world. “My father sat on it, and now, I will sit on it tomorrow,” Dominic said and Erica felt a hint of defeat in his tone. “why do you hate the throne? It is beautiful, and it looks like it was made just for you,” Glistening with ethereal enchantments, the throne was adorned with shimmering gemstones that seemed to hold captured fragments of starlight. Each gem pulsed with a vibrant, ever-changing hue, reflecting the myriad facets of the king's untamed nature. The armrests were fashioned in the likeness of fearsome beasts, their fierce eyes seemingly alive, and their intricate

I started to say now, calling the Dark One’s gaze to me. “You are dead and by right, your Son, the Prince, is supposed to be made King. So he owns the throne and not you!” I voiced now, making my point very clear to his hearing. “Yeah!” The fighters behind me chorused now and then there was extra volume. “Yeah!” Clord voiced again— alone, before shyly settling back into the line. The Dark One silently stared for a moment and then he slowly spread his arms apart now as he started to speak.

His breath hitches, his face turns pale and everything in him…goes absolutely still as he stares the other boy down. Behind Aleister, I see Declan and Draven approaching with an unfamiliar woman. “ Your fate is in my hands now, Brothers. ” The boy chuckles again. “ You better lick my feet and beg for mercy. Maybe then, I will let you live a little longer. ” “ Crown Prince… ” Aleister repeats. The doors to the throne room open and a metallic smell spreads in the air. My heart seems to have stopped beating as I watch the giant warriors dragging something on the floor.

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried. After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests. "Boy, that throne is... how do I put it?" Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair. "It's something never brought out on the day of a champion's crowning as Alpha King," the latter responded. Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!"

She also knew that there would be a great plague that would kill a lot of nobles and aristocrats. With this information, it would be so easy to manipulate the Empire even from Tori’s room. All she had to do was move the pieces at the right time. And the banquet they would attend was the second prince’s fifteenth birthday. Eckrett Empire’s royal princes got divided into two. The first prince and the future crown prince were the male leaders of this N*****x series. And the second prince was just a side character who later on died in Season 2 from the great plague. But there were many rumors among the avid fans of the Thorny Crown Series that the noble faction was behind the second prince’s dea