Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. THE CROWN. A royal blooded title, pride, and the entirety of their lives deal, where their world revolves and is only known for. Taken as the highest in the towering pedestal of their lives, it is the throne where blood and sins were covered. With its brightness and fame as the ruler and ruling stance of their lives, it is the dark and menacing life that only cares for power and luxury, that even the purest one can be tainted with its darkness.

And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone could have killed king Orrin. And all that we know, we can't do anything about it yet, until the end of the competition of Gods, to attain a new king to the throne. Such a competition that hasn't been held in the last thousand years. And such a competition which will begin from the 3rd day after king Orrin 's ceremonial burial. "Alec," My head snaps away from my journal to the voice calling my name. Odell stands at the open door, with two hands into the white suit trouser he is wearing.

Inside, everything was still—until Elaina closed her eyes. And the dream took her. …… She stood—no, sat—on a throne made of twisted, blackened bone, crimson soaked into every jagged edge. Her gown flowed like spilled ink, stained in red and gold, her hands resting on skull-armrests like a queen reborn in chaos. Before her stretched a battlefield of death. Thousands of bodies—warriors, wolves, witches, kings—laid in mangled piles. The blood painted the ground like a forgotten ritual. Swords still burned with dying flames, and the air reeked of magic, ruin, and vengeance.

Scarlett suddenly spoke. “My son will return to his position. I will not replace him because he is the only one who can sit on the throne. This was my father’s wish, the former chairman of the Knights. As for Bram and Robles' deaths, my family had nothing to do with it. It was their karma for stealing money from the Knights' foundation. They spread false information about my son and my clan.”

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

she says gently yet firmly, “it’s time to wake up, dear. Morning’s already here.” I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes to hide the heaviness inside. She places a bowl of porridge beside me, smiling. “You need to build your strength, little one. We’ll head to the market later to see what we can trade.” “Martha,” I say softly, looking up at her. “Before we go, I… I have to change something.” She freezes mid-motion, raising an eyebrow. “Change something? What do you mean?” I run my fingers through my hair—the same hair that once caught attention in every palace hallway. It’s crimson red, like embers—my father's royal crest's color. It is both a sign of power and a curse.

POV: Lucian The coronation happens on the first clear morning after the solstice, the twin moons still visible at the horizon as the sun rises, the overlap of light sources that has become Drevalon's new normal producing the particular gold and red illumination that the rebuilt throne room carries better than the original ever did, the new stone chosen specifically for how it catches the dual light. Two thrones have been placed at the chamber's center, side by side on the same raised platform, the design matching in structure and differing in detail, Drevalon's craft in the wolf throne and Thornhaven's in the vampire one, the commission given to artisans from both cities who worked together

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."