Prince Of Death's Throne Novels & Stories

And yet— In my previous life, when I was condemned, it was Alexander who rode from the northern border without rest, driving his horses to collapse beneath him. He arrived too late. He knelt before my coffin for three days and three nights, refusing food, refusing sleep. “I failed you,” he had whispered hoarsely. “I should have stopped this marriage, even if it meant defying the crown. I should have saved you.” I blinked away the memory. Beside Alexander stood the second prince, composed and detached. His mother had once been the King’s acknowledged mistress, and though he was raised within the palace, he understood the limits of his claim. He neither fought nor schemed. The throne was never

North patted her hand quickly to share her joy. “Milo, as in the bloody second prince to the Haedran throne?” Thorne thundered the words, and his face was so red it looked like he might explode in flame for a moment. “I won’t have it. You’re through with him. Do you hear me?” He shouted the question.

He chuckled. “Thought you choose the design,” he said. “I did, but the trolls decided to spice it up,‘’ I said. Silver throne is shaped like a wolf. I chose the design, and the trolls did as I said, but they made the wolf look vicious and not to talk about using pure gold to design it. The worst part is they decorated it with gemstones. Trolls are great at designing thrones and crowns. That is basically what they do and you can’t even imagine how expensive his throne is. Anybody who gets this throne is forever going to be rich, so that is why it’s enchanted. If anybody tries to steal it, I can only imagine what will happen to them.

Every step was taking them away from her friends, the only ones who might be able to save her from this awful choice of hers. "You didn't think that I lived in that old shack, did you? I live wherever I want, and right now I'm taking you straight to my throne so we can talk." Death smirked. "I hope you don't give me what I want though, it's more fun when I hear screams and begs." "Throne?" Holly frowned. "I don't understand. Why would you have a throne? You're one of the four horsemen," she looked around. "Without a horse."

she said. “The sword throne…” Kazeal strutted towards us with his hand in his pocket, as if he owned that place. “There’s a sword throne somewhere around here. The speciality of the throne is cutting death. Maybe that’s why they call it the sword throne. Anyway, what I mean to say is… earlier when princess Diana’s partner was carrying prince Reese, I saw prince Reese’s reflection in the Jinx river. Which means he is close to his death. If we could make him sit on the sword throne before he actually dies, we can save him.”

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

His dark brown supernatural power was seen entering the palace and taking out King Alexander’s gigantic, superb, terrific, magnificent throne chair, which was made of seven most valuable as well as amazing gems throughout the universe. “I can even sit on this luxurious, elegant, and magnificent throne chair of yours, Alexander. Can you see this?” King Alexander had opened his eyes and could see what was being done by King Richard Orlando Lie to his magnificent throne chair. Yet, due to his present immensely weak, languid, and also helpless body circumstance, there wasn’t a great deal he could do to prevent that from occurring. “This whole land is mine now... This whole country belongs to Ric

This isn’t a cave dweller…He’s far too pretty. "You were naked..." I whisper, mortified. "This is my home,” he responds. There isn’t malice, like I would have expected from my intrusion. Instead, he’s rather stoic, unintimidated by my presence…If I had half his stature, I too wouldn’t find me to be much of a threat. And then it hits me. "Pureblood?" My voice quivers, as my eyes trace over him. I don’t dare say Immortal Prince. There’s no confirmation of who he is, but he owns that title. I can even imagine a crown atop his obsidian hair, silver and jewelled.

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.

“His death opened a void. That void will draw others. Greed never sleeps.” I looked at the throne. It was carved from dark stone, its base wrapped in silver chains that no longer glowed with binding power. The symbols etched across its back pulsed faintly, reacting to my presence. “I don’t want it.” “You don’t need to want it,” she said. “You need to choose what comes next. If you leave it empty, war will come. If you take it, you shape what rises.” I clenched my jaw, torn between the weight of what I had just survived and the terrifying truth that surviving wasn’t enough.