Prince Of Death's Throne นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I shake my head laughing "Prince Nathair" Cass looks saddened all of a sudden. I ask him what's wrong "As much as I'm overjoyed to be back here with you. Our torment will come again. You will die" I place my hand to his cheek. "Not if I get my mark back. Every time I died. I didn't have the mark. I was queen for the last 500 years and nothing could kill me with the mark, except Thorne being my maker and I guess hidden creator. Have hope my love. I will end the snakes and take back what is ours"

When the doors open, light floods in. And my eyes fall immediately on the thrones. The same ones that haunted my dreams since the day of my parents death. The one in the center, massive and dark, carved from black iron, still radiates that suffocating strength and calm. The Alpha King’s throne. My father’s throne.

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

"I'm listening, Teacher." "He asked me to take him with me a long time ago. He wasn't the real heir upon birth, but his brother died on an expedition to seek what he believe was the means to break the royalty's curse. Hence, he was chosen to ascend to the throne." She began narrating her knowledge of him. "Then?"

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

A color mother had called barbaric, but I had to wear it anyway. My gaze swept across the hall. Everyone was present. The Supreme King and Queen sat on their thrones, watching with cold eyes. The three other princes sat behind them, whispering among themselves. None of them looked surprised that Draven was missing. I kept my chin lifted, even as my stomach twisted painfully. Beside me, the seer shifted awkwardly, clearly unsure whether to continue or not. Then suddenly, the heavy doors at the end of the hall opened. “MAKE WAY!”

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

"He's Holt. He would have had access to his family's standing through legitimate means." "Dorian was never in the direct Alpha line," Caden said. "He was younger. Secondary. In old lycan law, the Sovereign bond establishment returned governance authority to the Alpha line." He looked at her. "My grandfather had no Sovereign match. Neither did my father. Neither have I, until now. In that absence, the secondary Holt line has held significant informal influence over the Inner Council for three generations." He paused. "A confirmed Sovereign bond eliminates that influence."

Malachi stepped beside me his black mantle snapping in the wind as his fingers locked back into mine. "They built seven cages " I whispered, my starless eye reflecting the void, between dimensions. "Then we'll use their bars to build the throne " Malachi replied. The celestial enforcers had tried to align the North to their blueprint. They had forgotten that a realm that has survived the vacuum of the Seventh Seal cannot be broken by geometry.