Red Throne Adventure Time Novels & Stories

The baby let out a high-pitched whistle, and the silver threads in the room began to glow a bloody red. "The XIX is the only thing missing from the shroud," Iyanla said, her hands reaching out toward us. The silver threads began to crawl across the floor like snakes, heading for my ankles. "Give her to me. Let the Hive be whole. You can go back to the closet, Amara. You can be invisible again. I'll even let you keep the shoes." Kael let out a roar of pure, unadulterated fury. He struggled to his feet, his ashen fur bristling with violet static. He lunged for the throne, his spectral claws ready to tear the web apart.

While the information seems to sink in, he still insists we search their grounds anyway, which I agreed was best just to be sure. All three of us turn as we hear the front door open. Leon knocks over his chair when getting up to run to the door. He quickly comes sulking back into the dining room table with his Dad in tow. "Tricia, the magic done to hide the lake and this cabin is fading or faltering; I can't tell. It's time you start talking; where is the Silver Throne Queen? We need her help, and I haven't been able to find her in decades," Leander says, staring straight at me from the entryway of the kitchen.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

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.

--- 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.

"Take what you want. But if you break the world, Elara Vance... you bought it." "Deal," I said. I picked Valen up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and buried his face in my neck. "Did I do good, Mama?" he mumbled into my collar. "You did good, baby," I whispered, kissing his temple. "The spider tasted bad," he complained sleepily. "I know," I said, walking toward the exit, Kaelen falling into step beside me. "But we have bigger spiders to eat." We walked out of the throne room, leaving the smoking crown on the floor. The alliance was struck. The pieces were moving. And for the first time in five years, the North was about to feel the heat of the sun.