Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

For the first time since coming to the Shadow Realm, hearing my real name didn't hurt. But as I reached the edge of the courtyard, something stopped me. A cold wind blew through the ruins. I turned back. The throne was bleeding. Real blood pooled at its base. Dark red against the black stone. And as I watched, the blood began to spell out words: *"You can't run from what you are forever."* My heart hammered in my chest. I knew then that the throne wouldn't let me walk away forever. And deep inside, something dark and hungry whispered that maybe it was right.

Those are the people rumoured as a vicious beings created as mark of being a Royal on the Adilara Kingdom, the Royal Blood is very least that it identified a true ruler, in the Adilara Kingdom, it was a battle of throne and killing is necessary to take the throne but only if the successors and the challenger has the Royal Blood into them. It was a traditional game of throne, so bloody that King Oliver had to kill his father and raised his brother to erase the existence of a bloody game of throne. That was the only way, the only way to stop the rule of that bloody game of throne. To stop the cicle of having deaths in the Adilara Kingdom because of a throne. Yes, a throne that is only been suc

His face was pale, his eyes wide with terror. "Elara, " he gasped. Blood began to seep from a wound beneath his ribs. "Do not trust the Council. The Rogues... They did not just infiltrate Blackwood." Kaelen stumbled forward, collapsing into her arms. Over his shoulder, Elara saw the doors of the Terrace slam shut. The sound of locks clicking into place was loud. From the shadows of the Great Hall, a figure emerged. It was Alpha Thorne of the Iron-Claws.. His eyes were not gray anymore. They were glowing with a green light.

I felt the crown tremble above my head, no longer proud or commanding, but afraid of what my blood could unlock. “What happens if I bleed?” I asked, because the throne had begun watching me with every feather, root, and carved bone. Rudina turned toward me, and the sorrow in her face told me the answer before her mouth opened. “If your blood touches that throne, Maelor can command your crown permanently, because your living refusal becomes the bridge he needs.” The field went cold. Otsana stepped in front of me at once, the gold mark blazing as if she could shield me from the air itself.

I looked up at her, begging with my eyes. “I’ll fix it,” I promised. I grabbed the hem of her red dress with my bloody fingers. “I’ll kill him. I’ll burn this whole place down. Just don’t leave me. Please. It hurts too much.” Elara didn't flinch. She reached down and slowly pried my fingers off her dress. “You had your chance to fix it a year ago,” she said. “You chose the crown. Now you can keep it.” “Aiden, get up!” Rowan was suddenly there, grabbing my arm. He looked terrified. “Healers! Get over here! He’s hemorrhaging!”

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Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

The title was calligraphed in white in contrast to the magical blue forest background. Myth of The Broken Throne....sounds nice. I turned to leave but Ms, Brendon held one of my arms. Her gaze was so intense that it made me want to shrink under the table. She then smiled at me and held both my hands, the book sandwiched between our hold. "It's my favorite book. So, I really hope you'll like it." Her wrinkly hands gave mine a little squeeze and suddenly I felt that those words had a whole lot other meaning than they seemed to. _____________________________________