Prince Of Death's Throne Novels & Stories

It has an unusual artifact-- A statue to mark the burial place of Prince Primus Thelonious Majere: the first victim of the Starfell War. It doesn't matter that he never actually died, that his funeral was simply propaganda my uncle used to advance his own ends. My power-greedy uncle, Prince Segundus, wanted the throne. But his brother was a favorite, and even if he had said he had defected and abandoned the throne, nobody would have believed him. It was easier to say his older brother was dead than to take his throne by honest means. In the end, it didn't matter what lies or truths Segundus told, Primus was the favored son, not just by his father, but also by the court and most of Luxandra.

She muses as she flips the middle card. The card depicts a king holding a traditional scepter and orb. He is seated on a throne made of stone and appears rigid and stern. His crown large and golden. “Our dear Prince is traditional and rigid. He is disciplined. Perhaps even driven by ego. Both indicate stability and prosperity.” She says calmly. She flips the final card.

He reminded me more of a rebellious, spoiled teen boy disrespecting his father's throne while he was away. “What are we doing here?” “Waiting” Loke’s head slumped back, staring at the blinking lights far above us with a deep sigh. Then what was I supposed to do? Just walk around here in the dimmed light, looking at water streams, lights, and different rocks? Walking up to the massive chair, I halted in my tracks a couple of feet away, and my eyes widened in shock. The morbid decoration made the throne from the Game of Thrones look like a toddler’s furniture. Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths.

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."

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

The path that faded as it led into the darkness of the woods was carpeted with skeletons. Orcs gobbled the dead’s meat and ground the bones. The musty air mixed with the stench of blood, making it difficult to breathe. And more dangerous creatures hid behind the gloomy scrubs. In the middle of it all was a throne built with ashes and bones. Thorns wrapped around it like snakes binding their prey. And who must occupy it but the master himself—the master of darkness, son of evil, and the harbinger of death. His scrawny fingers tapped the throne’s armrest, creating a rhythm of death. His bloody red eyes glinted with amusement at the sight in front of him. An evil grin spread wide across his wri

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

However, this is not my reason for writing today, as I write in a state of disturbance. The king is dead. The king of the Gods, who rule the kingdom of Serenacia is dead, so yes, my earlier statement is true. It feels surreal, dishevelling and confusing as of how his death took place, because as of now, every God in Serenacia is at alert. We are no longer safe. And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin.

Three meters ahead of her, Prince Keith was already in perfect position with his sword in hand. "Looks like you are trembling, are you afraid, Prince Nathan?" said Prince Keith showing his grin. Nathania could feel the immense power of this opponent. Besides being able to change his form into a bird, Nathania believes he has other abilities that are so great that make him so confident. "Very well, in the north, Prince Keith De Velgmegeur of Edafos and in the south, Prince Nathan Alexander Zafeiri of Lithonia!" shouted a man who stood between the two heirs to the throne.