Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

The pendant against my chest pulsed once feeling warm, then still. Outside my window, dawn painted the fortress walls gold giving off a sense of normalcy. But that was a lie. ‘Normal’ was the last word anyone would use to describe recent events. Somewhere beyond those walls, more girls were awakening. More bonds were stretching. And something ancient was beginning to remember. A knock interrupted my thoughts and I already knew who it was. “Come in.” Rael entered. He looked worse than yesterday. The exhaustion sat heavily on him now. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. A man trying to hold together a kingdom that no longer wanted to remain whol

I retort. Thorne's eyes flash the familiar red. He stands and the queen tumbles to the ground off of his lap. It was a funny sight. He strides towards me, his beautiful jaw clenched. This is my opportunity to rip his heart out. I fly towards him but I'm knocked back and down to the floor by and invisible barrier.

Kael When I wake, the world is red. Not like blood. Blood fades. Blood dries. Blood belongs to life, to endings that can be mourned, cleaned, buried. This— This is a red that never ends. Like the sky is bleeding. Like the sun’s a wound that will never close. And I know why. Because she’s on the throne. It wasn’t a throne yesterday. It was stone. Black. Broken. The ruin of a temple where gods came to die.

From the base of that throne, from the cracks in the stone beneath it, thin, dark lines were sliding outward. Blood. It wormed its way into the grout between tiles, spider-webbing toward us like crimson fingers. The throne itself pulsed once, faintly. My Regret Mark burned hot enough to hurt. I swallowed. “Okay,” I said, voice hoarse. “So I’m guessing ‘penalty event’ doesn’t mean we lose points off our final grade.” No one laughed. The House had woken something deeper than vampire wolves. And if my stories were anything to go by, thrones that bled were never a good sign for anyone still standing.

The throne was still waiting, and the cost of claiming it was now stained with something that felt dangerously close to blood. ------

I didn’t look back. The throne was a myth. But the blood? That would be real.

Marcus POV: ­ Warning: 18+ blood and gore, please skip if you do not like graphic scenes. The air around the throne room was thick with blood. Marcus Raven, alpha of the Raven clawhold and self-proclaimed devil, licked his lips with anticipation. The walls of the throne room of his pack were painted in blood, the dark red stone walls were covered in shadows, further amplifying the terror of the throne room. Tonight, just like every other night where Marcus was angry, the walls were going to be repainted.

I assumed this included physically, and I wondered if I could stand her presence when next I saw her. However, it was hard to believe that when we first fought Chadwick, she was with my curse because she looked so calm, and always, she coordinated herself. I don’t know if I was coordinating myself enough. Maybe, her throne, also called the throne of blood, the blood throne, or the blood seat had something to do with this. You see, that throne was a powerful tool of its own. While the power of Eleanor could be used against the blood sea, rumours had it nothing could rival the power of the blood throne.

From the name of the Pack alone, the red stone signifies beauty and power, and after every full moon, the blood moon takes over, fortifying the powers of the throne. The throne wasn't an ordinary throne that anyone could possess aside from the descendants of the royal blood which his opponents didn't know until they killed him and realized that killing him was useless. What Alpha will rule then if he can't possess the power of the throne? The last option is to either appoint one before Raze comes back or die on the spot on the chair. The throne makes one indestructible, invincible, and indestructible. It was designed by his forefathers during a war, seeing that they were trying so hard to ta

Then: "Everything is 'not necessarily' with you." Then Seraphine ignored him. Looking directly at Thomas. Then: "The throne only awakens for royal blood." The floating crown glowed. Black light spread across the sky. Then: "It hasn't awakened in thousands of years." Silence. Then: "Until now." Thomas didn't like that. Not one bit. Then Malrik smiled. Then: "Because the throne finally found its king." The battlefield grew colder. Then Kael's expression darkened. Immediately. Then: "No."