Red Throne Adventure Time Novels & Stories

She heard him screamed her name until his voice was muffled away by the loud crunching sound. Z landed cat-like with a heavy heart on the Time’s Dimension. It was the same as before, only it was much darker, still blue, but darker. Kleint was standing rigidly beside her, his eyes set on the magnificent throne where Dark was seated, his right hand clenched on his cheeks, his eyes looking dully at them as though he had made him wait for so long. It was amazing how the hands of the clock distorted perfectly to accommodate the wielder sitting on it.

He chuckled. “Thought you choose the design,” he said. “I did, but the trolls decided to spice it up,‘’ I said. Silver throne is shaped like a wolf. I chose the design, and the trolls did as I said, but they made the wolf look vicious and not to talk about using pure gold to design it. The worst part is they decorated it with gemstones. Trolls are great at designing thrones and crowns. That is basically what they do and you can’t even imagine how expensive his throne is. Anybody who gets this throne is forever going to be rich, so that is why it’s enchanted. If anybody tries to steal it, I can only imagine what will happen to them.

Aiden whispered, his voice suddenly sounding older, layered with a strange, echoey resonance. Nyx exchanged a sharp, worried look with Kael. "The thrones. The vision he had." Before Kael could answer, the heavy oak doors of the pantry burst open. Morwen and King Aldric stood there, winded from sprinting down from the subterranean library. "We need the boy," Morwen said breathlessly, her face pale. "The stone tablet in the archive just shattered. The First Throne has broken through the surface at the edge of the dead zone, and it's calling directly to his magic."

Through my fading vision, men in black suits poured from the cabins and dropped to one knee in the sand in perfect unison. "Welcome home, Principessa." A man ran toward me and pulled me into his arms. His voice was shaking. "Little sister, your brother's taking you home. "No one will ever hurt you again." I closed my eyes. "Leon... one hundred debts. "We're done. "And we will never meet again."

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

And they were walking straight into it. The throne itself rose from the center of the Vale, carved from obsidian and bone, crowned with flame that never flickered. It pulsed with ancient magic, the kind that didn’t ask permission. Aria felt it in her chest, pressing against the unborn flame inside her. Luna stopped walking. “He’s here,” she said. Kaelion nodded. “Then we finish this.”

The glow of the moon haloed his crown, but it could not penetrate the darkness clinging to him. “You left the door open,” the child whispered. From beneath the throne, darkness pulsed—alive, growing, spreading. The vision shattered. Scene 2: Gathering the Guardians Iris gasped as reality snapped back around her. The air was colder. Aiden rushed to her side. “What did you see?” “The Hollow Throne,” she murmured. “It’s real. It’s awakening. If it’s fully opened, he’ll be lost.” Aiden’s expression hardened. “Then we need to seal it. But how?”

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

The throne was built on the ashes of the seven humans who initiated the war and the skull of their leader mounted on top, a reminder of what's to come if the humans try to go to war with them again. Walking up to the throne, I pause and look at it, a remainder of all the responsibilities I had on my shoulders, the weight of the world. My crown rested on the armrest, gleaming under the sunlight filtering in from the windows, the crown has 10 gems, each representing a pack. With a sigh I sat on the throne and waited for the arrival of the humans as they were led in. Lyra walks in not long after offering me a curt nod then taking her sit in one of the four chairs in front of me.