Red Throne Adventure Time Novels & Stories

--- Eryndor carefully lifted the Moon Crown from its pedestal. The moment it left the throne... Every silver light inside the palace disappeared. Darkness rushed into the chamber. The rift overhead widened another few feet. The Primordial Darkness laughed triumphantly. "Excellent." Everyone froze. Ariana frowned. "What did we do?" Eryndor looked horrified. "The throne..." He turned toward the empty pedestal. "It wasn't only holding the Crown." A deafening crack split the chamber. The ancient throne broke apart. Beneath it... A staircase slowly rose from the earth.

The throne was never truly within his reach. The hall held its breath as I lifted the circlet. I stepped toward the princes. Before I could place it in anyone’s hands, Ethan suddenly strode forward and dropped to one knee. “Your Majesty,” he said, voice ringing clear through the chamber, “I beg you to release me from this honor. My heart already belongs to another.” He turned slightly, reaching toward Ava without touching her. “Lady Ava Miller is the woman I love,” he continued without hesitation. “Our devotion is neither fleeting nor shallow. No one but her will ever be my wife.”

I woke to sunlight streaming through massive windows and the sound of birds singing outside. For a moment, I was disoriented. This wasn’t Elena’s cabin. This wasn’t the wilderness. This was luxury: a king-sized bed with silk sheets, furniture that probably cost more than my entire life at Crescent Moon, and a bathroom with a tub big enough to swim in. Blackthorn Pack. Kade. My mate. Good morning,* my wolf said, stretching contentedly in my mind. Sleep well?

It’s a roar that shakes the walls. "Tomorrow?" I ask, breathless. "I waited two years," Drakon says, pulling me close, his hand resting on our son. "I'm not waiting another day. You are my Queen, Thalia. Tomorrow, I put the crown on you properly." He kisses me. It’s a kiss of promise. Of victory. Behind us, the Reaper flag turns to ash. And the Wolves howl.

In the center of the room, on a simple pedestal of white marble, sat a box. It was made of redwood, bound in iron. It hummed. "The Crimson Heart," Drax whispered. I approached the pedestal slowly. I checked for tripwires, for pressure plates, for magical wards. Nothing. It was sitting there, waiting. "It feels too easy," Ashren said, voicing my own thoughts. "It’s not easy," I said, reaching out. "Getting in was the hard part. The Falls, the blood seal, the Golem. The Vault assumes that anyone who makes it this far is worthy."

“And if I don’t?” His eyes burned. “Then you can borrow mine.” ⟅━━━━━━⟆ ⚜ ⟅━━━━━━⟆ Next: 8 — Teeth There’s a traitor in the Tower. And he’s not hiding anymore.

I was exhausted, so I got ready to surprise Scarlett, but the video I saw next was so unbelievable. “Ladies and gentlemen I'm joined today by Daniel Cross, the heir to the Cross Empire and soon to be father of fashion, one and only Queen from Windhoek," the interviewer said.

“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

He then peered off onto one of the safe back roads. I looked back and saw Faye closing in on me. My girls weren't too far behind. "So, this is how you want to play? A peasant wants my throne, but let me show you how a Queen rules. A true Queen never uses such cheap tactics to win." I flipped the clear tab and pressed the green button underneath. "Nitro has been activated." "Catch me if you can bitch."

Then you will learn what a throne costs to keep. The chains tightened—and the resonance screamed. Damian jerked awake, gasping. The lake had turned gold for a moment before returning to silver. Sybil was at his side instantly. “What happened?” “She’s not alone in there,” he said, voice hoarse. “Something ancient found her.” Sybil’s eyes darkened. “Then we move faster. The northern rift leads directly to the throne’s root. If that thing reaches it before we do—” “She’ll be trapped,” Damian finished.