Red Throne Adventure Time の小説・ストーリー

I feel a lump in my throat, “It wants us to bring everything back.” “Don’t Tru. We can convince it to keep things the way they are now,” Taran says in a plea. I shake my head, “It is too late. I brought everything back when my magic awoke. There is nothing we can do.” “I won’t lose you, Tru. You’re mine.” The same voice whispers, “I have a plan. We need all the dragons to restore the kingdom. I know how to keep them away from you.” Curious, I leave my room and get the stone out of its box. It is no longer black but glowing orange. Softly, I ask, “What is your plan?”

North patted her hand quickly to share her joy. “Milo, as in the bloody second prince to the Haedran throne?” Thorne thundered the words, and his face was so red it looked like he might explode in flame for a moment. “I won’t have it. You’re through with him. Do you hear me?” He shouted the question.

With a loud scream he came to rest at the end of the tunnel which opened towards a large chamber adorned with chairs in two straight lines facing it's other while at the end of the chamber laid a golden throne and on the top of the empty throne a crown was kept. All manner of precious stones adorn the crown but on particular one seems to caught his fancy,a blue glowing stone at the top of the crown.the stone which seems to attract him,keeps drawing him forward till he arrives in front of the throne.with one coordinated move he pick up the stone from its base holding it in his palms but a scurry of a mice frightened him as he clenched his palm in fear crushing the stone.With trembling hands a

Trust us! Thorne swung down from the sky, his golden claws shining. "Every bond, every heartbeat..." Hold on tight!"" Draven attacked out of the darkness at just the right time. "Moonbound will test everything. You have to be strong through every spark, every bond, and every pulse."

"Don't you dare leave me again, Leo Thorne. I didn't remember you just to say goodbye." "You aren't saying goodbye," Leo said, his hand touching her cheek. His skin was turning back to flesh, while hers was becoming light. "You're just... changing the scale. You be the Queen of the Void, Meilin. And I’ll be the man who keeps your home ready for when you want to be 'Actual' again." The Crown of Thorns The indigo bridge snapped. Leo was thrown back into the Return Vessel, his body hitting the silver floor with a bone-jarring thud. The Atmos-Core went dark. The silver light of the Matriarch vanished.

The throne cracks. The wolves howl. Their eyes begin to weep ink. The sky above splinters. I raise my hand and snarl, not as a prince, not even as a warrior....As a mate. “Zenith,” I whisper. The illusion shatters. The grove returns in a burst of dry wind and dust. I fall to one knee, drenched in sweat. Breathing hard. The Lunacrown Thistle sways gently, undisturbed.

“What throne?” Her counterpart lifted a pale hand. Behind her, the rift widened—showing the forest again, then the lake, and then the throne made of woven silver fire and shadowlight. It pulsed once, as if recognizing Aria through dimensions. “Your throne,” the figure said simply. “The Convergence Seat. The heart of the new realm.” Aria shook her head, stepping back instinctively until her back hit Erevan’s chest. “I don’t want a realm. I don’t want a seat. I don’t want any of this.”

Nyx added, “That is why time has little to hold on us.” Something shimmered in the air around them and The Hollow Throne appeared on its rightful place. Adam walked towards it and stared at it long and hard. “Well, it seems that I am in a bit of a pickle here,” he muttered. “What is it?” Priscillia asked curiously. “I should take a seat on it but presently, I cannot.” Adam said. “But it is your throne,” Priscillia said. “Not anymore, at least for now,” Adam said. “Our daughter is the rightful owner as of this moment.”

The eighth throne remained dark. Waiting. ⸻ Back in the forest, Amelia felt a sharp pulse beneath the silver mark on her wrist. She gasped and instinctively reached for the ancient cedar tree. The moment her fingers touched its bark… The world disappeared. ⸻ She found herself standing in a vast circular chamber. White stone stretched endlessly in every direction. Seven empty thrones formed a ring around a single seat at the center. Unlike the others, the central throne was carved from cedar instead of stone. Footsteps echoed behind her.

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepling as I contemplated the implications. "Everything I've been preparing for hinges on this moment, Marcus. Lex thinks he's safe, but he has no idea what's coming." "You're not just talking about crashing the wedding, are you?" Marcus asked, his tone a bit suspicious. "You're planning to take the throne back." "Exactly," I replied, my voice low and steady. "I will bring doom upon that wedding and reclaim what is rightfully mine. And then, I will wed my brother's Luna." Marcus gasped and cleared his throat. It was something he always did whenever he was skeptical about something.