Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

"The reason this person is after you. Did you in any way fight with someone over the throne?" There was no one to fight with. My father was an only child and then he married my mother. The only person who could rule over Ordene was my sister, and she wouldn't fight me for it. As per right, I was the heir to the throne. Mirabel wouldn't hurt me for the throne. Heck, she wasn't even ready for it. "No. This person's motive isn't clear to me, so it's a little difficult to know why they're hell bent on making me suffer."

Him dying in peace and going to hell that befits him pays off that him been stabbed and stoned to death on the very spot of his sickbed where he lies. "D, once we are able to urge them to go back to their respective homes and leave the fight for another day, we should go help Mother to pack the luggages back to our new home. They can have the throne since lastest tonight, Father will be gone."I quickly quipped and he nodded in understanding. Snapping my head to face the uproar, I was alarmed when I almost slammed my face into one of them bulky chest. Crap, thank my luck. "Get away from the door kids! We are here to see the most worstest and cruel Alpha we have ever let on the throne."One fro

He notices one statue is broken, all that remains is stone pieces. “Sire, I bring you Hector,” Rex says. Rex kneels before the throne. The throne is made from an oak tree found on the battlefield of a ten-year war covered in the blood of the slain. It is a high-back, oak wood that is stained red with the blood of his enemies, studded with jewels along the armrest, with a black cushion forming part of the seat. Once Rex is on his knees, he pulls Hector down onto his knees. Behind the throne is a red tapestry with a living oak tree.

“This throne polluted with blood and greed?” “That throne is our hope…” “You say that after everything you have just seen?! You will give up something bigger for a small throne?" he raged. Mare stared defiantly at him even though his words stirred something inside her. The prophecy was far bigger than she ever knew. “What I have just seen is a trick and nothing more.” She stepped back and dipped her head. “Six kingdoms? Dragon lords? You do not have a dragon, I have a dragon and now you have cooked up a tale to sway me from that which I must do.”

“Get out of my head.” But the throne didn’t obey. It never obeyed. Every wolf who sat here before you thought they could command us. They burned. They bled. They broke. And now they live on inside you. Her breath caught. Images flashed across her vision—blood-soaked warriors kneeling, queens whose crowns dissolved into shadow, kings whose eyes went hollow as the throne swallowed their souls. Each one screamed before they disappeared into her chest, their agony grafted into her veins. The Shadow Throne wasn’t just a seat of power. It was a graveyard of rulers. And she had just joined them.

POV DARLENE The Loom of the Fourteen Thrones was not a hall of stone or gold; it was a cathedral of suspended history, where the air itself was woven from the dying breaths of every Alpha who had ever chosen "Order" over "Love". We stood on a platform of translucent mercury that floated in a void of obsidian shadow, while around us, fourteen pillars of black-light rose like ribs into a sky of violet-white fire.

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.