Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

Golden hair for a golden girl. “The Red Throne is the reason we are at war at all,” Brendan reminds her gently. Somewhere, in between the political fanfare of alliances and betrothals and the attacks, Alcina had forgotten what had sparked it all: the Red Throne. That seat, which would grant the holder the keys to the entirety of The Ethereal Isles land, the House that holds the Red Throne, has historically been the House that would lead the Five Houses and their respective kingdoms. The throne that would rule them all.

I said, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. A silence followed, stretching long enough to make the flickering torchlight feel louder than any sound. Then I heard her voice—a low, dangerous purr. “Rise, Thane,” she commanded. I lifted my head. She sat on the Crimson Throne, a massive chair carved from black stone streaked with dark red veins. Her hood was pushed back, revealing pale skin and eyes glowing a deep, menacing red. Strands of brown hair fell across her shoulders, and even sitting still, power radiated from her like heat.

--- Below Solara The Cradle of Crownless Thrones There is a place in Aetheria where no light dares crawl. Not because it cannot reach— Because it is not allowed. We call it a vault. It is not a prison. It is a graveyard. Nine thrones lie in that hollowed, bone-wrought pit. Burned, broken, scorched by betrayal. Cracked by prophecy. Soaked in the marrow of forgotten immortals. No name dares echo here. No song dares hum. But tonight— One throne stirs. Blackened antlers. Molten chain.

The key slid inside easily with a metallic groan. Beyond the gate, the air changed. Heavier. Charged. Shelves warped with age, scrolls bound in wolf hide, tomes inked in ancient bloodline dialects. There was something dark that pulled her inside. Her fingers trembled as she scanned the shelves until one title pulsed in the low firelight. "Prophecies of the Shattered Thrones." She opened it carefully. The parchment crackled. And there it was. A single passage written in red... "When the flame returns, crowned or chained, she shall awaken the power of her bloodline and bring the tyrant to his knees. She who bears the mark shall bind or break the cursed throne."

Why did they do it? Blood on the Throne. At the break of dawn, I was alone in the throne room again.' During sunrise, the twins were getting ready to speak about the country.' But then the air swept across the hall. Heavy clouds erupted, the torches flickered with blue. A message was written on the throne in ancient, fiery runes that conveyed one meaning: “THE BLOODLINE IS BROKEN.”. Before I could get up, the ground shook with unrest. Deep within the palace, a haunting howl was heard from below.

It was enough to made the crowd, stunned with his looks, despite the red color blood were all over him. “This guys..that I left alive..is the culprit and the sinners of Hallerus Kingdom…do what you want with them…and this bastard…Since he like sitting here so much…I let him do that….But since my promise..to you is this throne…then………Here it is…your Throne…”.

“Anyway… I might be the next Alpha.” His words hit me like a shockwave. “What? Why?” I manage, my voice trembling. “I have Alpha blood,” he explains, standing taller. “It would only be natural when I turn eighteen. Kenneth didn’t have an heir, and his only siblings are your mother and her sister Sara. His twin brother Maxwell is dead. And your mother only has daughters.” I’m still reeling. “Even though your father is second in command, the council voted against it…” I add quietly, knowing that must have displeased him.