Red Blood Throne Novels & Stories

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.

Flipped to a page marked with a black ribbon. He read out loud. "When the Red Moon bleeds, the Thorn shall rise. Wolfless no more, she walks in white. She will wear a crown of thorns, and bear the weight of kings. Two paths lie before her: Save the crown with her blood, Or spill the blood of her crowned mate." Silence. "Spill the blood of her crowned mate," I repeated. "That’s me. And you." "Could be," Ares said. "Or it could be metaphorical."

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

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

"Let her go,she's ours" The mist coil like Anaconda and rounded the forest,hissing,snapping effortlessly,it traveled along the part of the gamaliels and stood there as if to challenge them,the gamaliels sneer and in a minute their skins begin to peel,turning into a Phoenix,they'd the powers,they'd the strength that's why they addressed them as the red blooded kim,it changed from mallow to olive bad then salmon. The mist recoil moving back and in a snap they attacked,coiling around their enemies like ropes,the gamaliels tore it apart earning a loud squeal,a deafening one.

“Do you know what you are, child?” My breath stopped. The Veil itself seemed to stop, as though it was coming closer. I swallowed hard. “I’m not—” She raised her hand, silencing me without sound. “Not yet. But you will be. They fight over you because they are afraid. Kael, Raven, Jason… each carries a fragment of power, but only you hold the throne’s blood. And the throne…” She moved closer, her voice like silk cutting itself around my throat. “…is hungry.”

I open the doors and walk towards my destiny. I take in the awe-inspiring features of the room. All the walls are burgundy-colored, with wood crowning along the bottom. the floor is black and white marble leading to the dark oak platform where the glamorous throne resides. A throne that I know once belonged to my ancestor centuries ago. I remember hearing when I was young, I had an uncle in past centuries who became a fearsome leader in Romania. I never would have imagined that he was a Vampire Count, the first-ever in England. Now the throne has come back to my family where it belongs. I sit on the seat and marvel at its beauty. it is a majestic sight to behold, completely gold, it is very

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.