Prince Of Death's Throne Novels & Stories

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

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

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

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.

Ch-116 “Whatever the first prince said is right. From the start, the throne belonged to the first prince. If someone tried to snatch it, they can only face death. And if they didn’t die, this land would turn barren. Your Queen and the Crown Prince didn’t listen to me.

The only sound was the soft crackling of a flame against the cold metal. Prince Jayden Alaric stood alone beneath the tall ceiling. He was surrounded by marble statues of kings and queens who had been laid to rest in the castle long ago. His black cloak, which had silver threads stitched into it, flowed behind him as he walked toward the platform. The Moonlight Throne was waiting for him there. Tomorrow, he will sit on it as the King. However, the power felt light compared to the turmoil in his heart. He breathed out quickly and ran his gloved hand over his chin. He had fought against assassins trained by wild wolves and defeated rebels who challenged the king. With the coronation just one n

"Home of Lord Cassius, King of the Blood Court, Master of the Crimson Veil, Undying One." "Dramatic," Kira muttered under her breath. We were led through massive doors that opened silently, into a throne room that stole the breath from my lungs. The walls were lined with portraits, but not painted ones. These were alive, trapped behind glass, their subjects moving and screaming silently. I forced myself to look away. The floor was polished black stone that reflected everything like dark water. And at the far end of the room, elevated on a dais made entirely of bones, human, wolf, and things I couldn't identify sat a throne. And on that throne lounged death itself.

The white tiger I chose was not only the priest of the white tiger tribe but also the son of the chieftain. He was supposed to be the heir of the white tiger tribe. However, in our past life, the white tiger priest suffered an ambush by the lion tribe while he was out hunting. The white tiger priest was severely injured, and he died from infection. His death was the reason why I was able to help my wolf man become chieftain. However, I would not let the white tiger priest die so tragically again. He would be my sharpest blade. Unlike Autumn, being the wife of the chieftain meant nothing to me.

“Is it true what’s on the news? That the black market was involved in Sir Dominic’s death? I can’t believe it! Demons!” Chaos and noise broke out in the conference room because of what they heard. The Knights didn’t know how to calm their allies down. “Who’s going to sit on the throne now? There will be war again if the new chairman is still missing in action! Our company sales will drop if the throne remains empty! A lot of people are also asking if Knights Empire is involved in the chaos happening!” Jacques glared at one of their board of directors. The man looked away and apologized.

Fighting the pain, I looked up at him with great difficulty and watched as he slowly straightened his cuffs. "Look at how pathetic you are right now. The once-proud heir of the Wright family, and you threw it all away for a woman. Now, she can't even stand the sight of you." He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Honestly, it'd be better for everybody if you just happened to die in here. Ashley won't be tied down by you anymore. Luke could officially call her his mom and inherit that multi-billion-dollar empire you built for her." I glared at him and forced the words through my throat. "In your dreams!"