Red Throne Adventure Time Novels & Stories

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

“First time, full.” Three down. **Thorn Five** and **Thorn Six** come together. Twins. Identical to each other, identical to Cael, but five years old. “We are Pride,” they say in unison. “And Shame.” They don’t attack. They sit at the stump, cross-legged. “We wait, King, prove you’re better than Father, or we take the throne.” Cael looks at them. Then he holds out his arms. They stare. Then crawl to him. One on each side. “Warm,” they say.

"Please, Alpha Richard, don't be angry. This is all my fault. If I die, Jasmine will get what she wants. I'm willing to sacrifice myself for her happiness!" When he heard this, Henry tossed aside all concerns about pack interests. Heartbroken, he pulled Julia into his arms and looked up at me. "It's true we had a mating agreement," he said, "but we haven't had the mating ceremony yet. So, it's still my choice who becomes my Luna. "After last night, I realized that my heart belongs only to Julia. I can't betray her, so let's just end our mating agreement."

Sebastian sure knew how to play the generous card, even splurging on a sports car for her. I could not help but scoff. Mistaking my scoff for a sign of forgiveness, Sebastian reached for me, but we were interrupted by another bridesmaid rushing over. "Elena, did you find the bouquet? What took you so long? Everyone's on edge, let's head back." Sebastian's face broke into a relieved grin. "You didn't run off to elope, did you? Why didn't you just tell me? "Oh, now I see, you were playing games, trying to make me jealous.

“She—” “I said don’t.” His voice was quiet, but the warning in it hit like a punch. Caleb swallowed and looked away briefly. He wasn’t trying to challenge his Alpha, he only wanted to talk him out of killing Freya in case what the elders said had gotten into his head. But this was the wrong time to patronize Torin, so he changed the topic. “Congratulations on achieving the crystal throne. Seven days from now, you will be eligible to be crowned.” That was supposed to put a smile on the Alpha’s face but he still looked distant. He hadn’t heard him. He wasn’t listening.

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.

the leader of the wolves announced, his voice steady but careful. The man on the throne didn’t react at first. He remained silent, his expression unreadable as he absorbed the news. Slowly, he looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And the child?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous. "We couldn’t find it," the wolf replied. "Her mother must have dropped it while fleeing. It’s most likely dead."

Erin chuckled, and Agustin simply grinned. “I wish.” They shared a laugh, and Erin wrapped his arms around Agustin’s shoulders, remarking, “You’ll have to grow up first before you can sit on the throne,” gesturing towards their grandfather and Uncle Vernon’s majestic seat. Agustin stared at the throne and asked, “Should I? Do I deserve the throne?” He looked at his Uncle Erin, smiling.