Red Throne Adventure Time Novels & Stories

"Princess Jessy?" Aron's brows furrowed in confusion. However, Yura didn't reply, she continued to smile at Jessy. A happy glint appeared on his face. "I really don't understand all this, Mother. Please give an explanation. Don't make us confused about this," said Aron. Yura calmly then looked at his son. "In the red kingdom there is a prophecy that has appeared for a dozen years. A prophecy about the arrival of a princess who will win a war. Right at the age of seventeen the princess will come to this place. helper to the werewolf nation in the red kingdom."

But the throne seemed more than determined to stay, fighting against whatever affected it. "This is not your time," Sethlzaar growled, and when he spoke again his voice was a roar. "YOU WILL UNHAND ME, AMNIFA!" His voice reverberated through the darkness, seeming to shake it at its foundation. "THIS IS NOT YOUR TIME!" The throne scattered, like a troubled cloud, gone as though it had never been. Then Sethlzaar felt a smile behind him and he rounded on it with equal annoyance, coming face to face with Frent's bleeding smile.

Thomas must carry some kind of energy around him—something that makes people too afraid to question what’s right in front of them. The throne room doors swing open, revealing a space that’s both ancient and breathtaking. High ceilings, marble floors, tapestries heavy with history. For a second, I let myself imagine what it might’ve been like growing up here. Running across these cool tiles. Hiding beneath the grand staircase. Sitting still while my mother tried to paint me, just like she did in the cabin. The thought is sharp and sudden, but I push it down. We don’t have time for maybes. We have hours left. We need to find George and get out.

The pine trees growing high on the mountains and the light fog that clung to the grass at the tree line. Looking towards the West, he noted the stage that was draped with the blues and whites of the West Wind Pack. The large Alpha throne sat in the center with the crest carved into the back. Wyatt remembered it from his childhood, sitting in the huge chair with the blue velvet cushion and ruling over his sisters.

achor's creatures. They were trained warriors. Kingdom warriors. Human. The leader stepped forward. He wore a black mask. “We have come for the Moon Heir.” Lyra stepped forward. “Then you came to the wrong place.” The masked warrior laughed. “No.” His gaze shifted toward the Dark Alpha. “We came for both.” Her father raised his weapon. “Why me?” The warrior smiled. “Because your crown is not the only thing we found.” Lyra's blood ran cold. “What else did you find?” The warrior pointed toward the throne. “The secret beneath it.” The Moon Throne suddenly began shaking. Elara's face went pale. “Everyone back!” Lyra turned toward her. “What secret?” The throne cracked. A deep sound came from ben

Malek Thorncrest says with big, teary eyes as he peeks through the door crack, “Mommy must be trying super hard to make ends meet for our teeth. I saw her eyes looking for daily silver chores on the boards earlier.” The mention of silver coins leaves Kairo Vale feeling both helpless and deeply pained. He is only five winters old, for crying out loud! If his mouth told Mommy about the millions of silver treasures he has hidden away in the secret high bank slates, her wolf would probably faint right onto the floor—and who knows if her spirit would ever wake up again. Sigh. “I will find another clever way to slip some secret cash into Mommy’s leather bag.” Sandra Ashbourne I stand under the war

At thirty, Cole was broad-shouldered and easy-smiled and so comfortable in that charcoal suit that it looked like he'd been born in it. He didn't look for me. He always used to look for me first. Behind them, Caden Holt stood with one hand on his daughter's shoulder. The Lycan Chairman. 6'3". Silver at his temples. Shoulders that filled a doorframe. Storm-grey eyes that swept the room the way a weapon swept a field slowly, deliberately, missing nothing. He didn't look at me either. Nobody did. "Mara." Theo appeared at my side from somewhere. My brother was twenty-three, their mother's jaw, eyes that showed everything he felt whether he wanted them to or not. Right now they were showing pure

Rosa piped up then, "Don, doesn't my word mean anything?" Sebastian, who usually spoiled Rosa rotten, shot her a look that could freeze lava, signaling her to zip it. He then signaled to a bodyguard, who brought over a check for $100,000. With a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, Sebastian handed me the check, making a promise. "Elena, you may have stepped away from the family business, but your dedication hasn't gone unnoticed. You'll get what's rightfully yours, just give me a little time."

Instantly, sharp ironwood arrows appeared along the walls of my tribe. Catapults that needed two males to operate were quickly set up at the top of the high walls. The lion tribe chieftain's expression instantly changed. Then, he grabbed Autumn by the neck. He asked, "Didn't you say they were weak and easy to defeat?" Autumn shook her head frantically and clawed at his fingers. "I didn't!" she said. She had no idea that the white tiger tribe had improved that much in only six months. However, the lion tribe chieftain did not kill her.

he affirmed, his gaze steely with resolve. Regina placed a comforting hand on her son's head. "Don't worry, my dear. Your mother and your grandfather will eliminate anyone who dares to stand in your way," she assured him, her voice filled with unwavering determination. As Addison left his mother's chambers, a flurry of thoughts spun in his mind. The revelation of an illegitimate son threatened to upend everything he had strived for. The throne was rightfully his, and he had spent years honing his skills and preparing for the day he would ascend to power. Now, more than ever, he needed to prove himself worthy in the eyes of his father.