Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

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.

*** In the center podium of a beautiful large room filled with dazzling brilliance with walls plated with platinum, its decorations only of the variations of gold and white, stood majestically a throne. This throne could be seen to have been carved meticulously from the finest of gold, and on top of it was a scepter carving with lifelike imagery of a fountain running around it, showing a depiction of the holy waters. Before this lovely white throne was a conspicuous red sword placed in a red sheath, leaving a glaring contrast from the surrounding white yet holding a certain match with a surreal charm that couldn’t be denied. Before this throne sat a being whose apparel flowed to the floor, a

"Cressen had wisdom." "I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out.

"Asra is unlike Venelia in many ways, but perhaps the most startling difference is that magic is much stronger there. There are magical beings that most wolves have never even heard of, let alone seen. My father hunted these beings, burned their homes, and slit their throats, all in the name of the crown. "Just after I was born, my father decided to host a celebration to welcome his heir into the world. At the time, war raged across Asra--I'm sure you're aware that this war was the result of my father's tyrannical rule and was in its twelfth year at the time." He passed her an amber liquid in a crystal cut glass and sat opposite her with a sigh.

This time she didn't fall freely like before, but there was a terrible gravity pulling Brawen down. Startled awake, Brawen sat up, scared to look around. It seems she has returned from the past, but still, where is this? The large room was filled with glittering gold and silver. But what makes Brawen most eye-catching are the two things that are placed on the throne above. The red ball seemed to contain blood inside, which was small like never before. And on that sphere was the little glorious crown that had just been seen. Emperor Titania's Divine Might and Remembrance.

"Four Flameguard assassinations in twelve hours. All by fellow wolves. All claiming visions. You know what this means." Maera nodded grimly. "The Bone Throne has awakened." Xavier paced near the high window, face drawn. "And Arion sits on it." Councilwoman Veyra shook her head. "Impossible. The Throne only answers to bloodlines of the First Flame." "He was bred," Kato growled. "Made with Flameblood marrow. And Umbra rites. A lab-born king, maybe—but still threaded with their line." Ceres turned toward them all. "He's not using the throne as a seat. He's using it as a signal. A broadcast. He's projecting pain. Doubt. Turning their thoughts against them."

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?

The moment her fingers touched the flame, the world vanished. --- The Vision She stood alone on a barren battlefield. The sky was red, ash fell like snow, and the ground was cracked with rivers of blood. Wolves—hundreds of them—lay dead. Some bore the mark of the High Clans. Others wore Kael’s crest. In the center stood the Throne. And on it—the Thirteenth. He looked at her. Smiled. “This is what you’ll bring,” he said. “No matter how hard you fight.” Aria trembled. “You’re wrong.”

Scene towards the kingdom aradonna (colour Golden symbol the red fire) The throne room is grand and opulent, adorned with gilded decorations and tapestries depicting the king's victories. At the center, a massive throne looms, occupied by KING RODERICK, a ruthless and imposing figure. His eyes are cold and calculating, exuding an air of power and authority.

"Okay. Thank you for escorting us." Axel let me enter the room first. The room was beautiful and elegant, fit for a nobleman. Although it wasn't as luxurious as our room in the palace, they had given the best they could to decorate ours. Even the main bedroom in the Royal Blue Pack wasn't this grand. I smiled when Axel hugged me from behind. "Do you trust me now?" "Yes. They welcomed us kindly, and I could see they were all sincere," I replied. "That's the trademark Blood River friendliness I'm familiar with. Although the name of their pack seems cold, it's just a name. The color of their river is like blood because of the color of its the natural stone, not because they are cold-blooded," h