Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

Her latest work which is a scathing portrait of Senator Morrison - sat abandoned, brushes scattered like wounded soldiers. Her fingers were stained with Red and Blue colors that matched the chaos inside her head. The kiss played on repeat. Alexander's touch and the soft pressure of his lips. The way his hand had cupped her face like she was something precious. Professional, her ass. Isabella dropped her paintbrush. It fell against the floor, leaving a thin trail of paint. Like blood and like a warning. "Stop," she commanded her heart. This was a contract and nothing more than a transaction. Medical bills and Her sister's lifeline. Nothing more.

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

"They need a real Queen. Someone stunning. Someone with elite education and perfect pack pedigree. When they see you, they will toss that pathetic human straight into the streets. You are going to rule this pack, Clara." "Well, when you put it like that," she laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the idea. "I suppose I should wear the red dress you bought me." "Wear the red one," he agreed. "Get some sleep on the flight. I will see you tomorrow." Hanging up the phone, Thorne tossed it onto the seat next to him. He felt incredibly smug. While the rest of the council was panicking over dead guards and old women's prophecies, he was quietly positioning his own bloodline for the throne.

"Hail Queen Micah!! "Hail the queen that cares!! Ragaleon was seated on a throne with the queens lined up at both sides. He tilted his gaze to where Micah was as she slowly took her seat; she was perplexed that the subjects were chanting her name. Slice!! "One of the fighters in the fighting pit just yanked off his opponent's head with a sword; the crowd's attention was immediately shifted. "Ohhh! They applauded the fighter who won. Micah had instinctively shut her eyes when she saw blood spewing from the dead man's neck as though it was a tap rushing water. Her breath became hitched.

It was winter, and the chieftain had caught a serious illness from the cold wind. He was the only healer in the tribe, so he went to hunt an animal to get its bones and fat to make medicine for the chieftain. Somehow, the lion tribe had discovered him. A fierce battle had followed. Sean had returned seriously injured, and without the medicine, he had only lasted less than a month before dying from infection. However, the lion tribe did not get away with that unscathed. Sean had killed more than ten of their young warriors. The two tribes became enemies from then on.

She held it high. “This crown is not forged of lies,” she said, her voice steady despite the pounding in her chest. “It is forged of blood, of sacrifice, of the people who still remember the House of Vale. And I will not stand by while a vulture feeds on a throne built for stars.” Thalric descended the steps, each stride like thunder. “Pretty words for a girl who hid while kingdoms bled. Where was your crown when soldiers died on the Black Hollow fields? Where was your oath when rebellion tore villages to shreds?”

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

ROY The throne room was dim, lit only by the flickering light of the torches lining the walls. Shadows twisted and danced across the cold stone, reflecting the brutality that had taken root in what was once Shane’s domain. I, Roy, now stood where he once had, a reminder of the throne I’d claimed through cunning and strength, traits Shane had clearly lacked.

Crimson Throne The heart of the Shadowlands pulsed like a living wound. Crimson light spilled from cracks in the black stone, glowing veins that throbbed with unnatural rhythm. The air was thick with whispers — the sound of lost souls weeping and prayiny, their voices drawn to the new queen who had claimed dominion here. Mona stood in the center of it all, bathed in bloodlight.