Prince Of Death's Throne Novels & Stories

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.

He waved at his future husband even though he was now invisible and left the scene. *** The ruler of the underworld returned to his throne room a long time later with a crossed off list in hand. To make up for his transgression earlier he had efficiently finished off the other souls on the list. Thankfully none of them had proposed to him. The throne room was empty again and he slumped into his throne. Normally he felt grand sitting on his throne. It was intricately carved from black marble with the carvings along the border representing the underworld, hell and paradise. On the top were three small statues of the devil, the grim reaper and the archangel. They were known as the hallowed trio

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!"

Innocence had always been the Dominion's preferred currency. The music began—strings that wept and moaned, threaded with ancient invocations that seemed to caress the very air. Each note curled like phantom fingers through the hall's ribs. Behind Caelum, Queen Mother Ysoria sat upon her obsidian throne, her ceremonial crown glinting like frozen starlight. Her fingers rested on the Scepter of Accord—forged from melted vampire blades, a reminder of wars won through sacrifice rather than strength. He despised how exquisite it all appeared. How beautiful.

As he moved, his suit outlined his perfect muscle lines and stirred my most hidden desires. I wanted him. He leaned against the roulette table, playing with a chip, his gaze burning as it landed on me. “Principessa Annelise, I hear you like exciting bets.” He pushed the chip toward me. His posture was lazy, but his voice was tempting. “Tonight, I’ll bet myself against you. What do you say?” The men behind me immediately tensed, gripping the guns at their waists. The heir of the Corleone family was no joke. However, I wasn’t afraid.

[Asher] I stripped off my blood-soaked coat and shirt, letting them drop to the floor. My footsteps echoed against the dead crystal walls, which shimmered back to life as I stepped into the throne room. At the other end of the room, right across the entrance, loomed the heart of the Prime Infernal Pack — the Obsidian Throne. A seat coveted by many who thought themselves worthy. Now they all lie beneath it, buried in the towering dais of rattling skulls and bones of their own kind.