Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

"Cressen had wisdom." "I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out.

Above them was a body of red water, flowing, suspended in the air, and taking the place of a sky. The light here had a red glow, instead of the golden glow of torches back in Ignas. There were different guards stationed at either side of the aisle, where Belladonna and, hopefully, Alaris, were. The throne was made of skeletons, that she almost missed the perso--creature sitting on them. His skin was white, hugging his bones a little too tightly, making his fingers look excessively long as he brushed a digit over his lips. His crown of bones was tipped on his head, over the blue flames that took place of his hair, and his eyes blazed blue. No pupils, just slant lines, filled with sharp blue s

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

A large circular window behind the throne opened directly to the moon, allowing the silver glow of the Blood Moon to spill into the room like water. The floor beneath the thrones was polished marble, white with delicate gold lines, reflecting the moonlight beautifully. Intricate symbols of the Veylra tribe were engraved around the room: spirals, crescent moons, and the ancient mark of eternal blood. At the center of the chamber sat a pair of thrones, carved from lunar oak, a mythical pale wood known for its soft but supernatural shine. The cushions were deep red velvet, embroidered with golden vines. Upon the left throne sat Dark Lord Kaelith, a tall man whose silver hair fell to his shoulde

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

Tauric’s men were far and few between the closer they came to a giant room towards the far end of the castle. It looked to be a throne room as they burst into the room, a stone dais at the end with a red rug underneath a massive iron throne with the back in the shape of open dragon wings. The throne itself was intimidating and black. Seated upon it was a lean blond man with a glint in his eyes. Armed guards rushed the group as they approached.

“The ceremony will be held. He would get mated but not to Hazel. He is getting mated to the daughter of Alpha Steve, Stephanie.” “What do you mean?” She looked at her husband, then at her son, then at her husband again. “Hazel is his mate” “No, she is not. She is not his mate.” Seven watched on as his parents debated. His heart was heavy. He could not imagine what was going to happen. Was it worth it? Just for his father’s love and approval for the throne, he had to lose his lover and from the look of things, was he going to lose his mother again?

Standing on the huge balcony of a beautiful palace, Vampire King Caleb Thane was watching the beautiful red mountains while enjoying the glass full of his favorite blood type, A+. The red rays of the sun while setting fell on the forest, making the forest look red as fire. It was a breathtaking sight. The trees look blood red, and everything in the mountain shines the brightest in the evening. And Vampires love blood red making it the home of hundreds of Vampires. Hence, it was named red mountains. Caleb Thane was a four hundred years old Vampire; he had been ruling Vampires for three hundred years and had been a ruthless one to rule.