The Prisoner's Throne Pdf Novels & Stories

The room was empty, save for a man seated on a throne, his face was contorted with rage as he stared at me. “My King, this is-“ The man who held me started to say but he was cut off by a thunderous voice. “A prisoner escaped? How incompetent!” The man on the throne yelled and I felt the hand upon my shoulders shiver. “I’m sorry, my king.” My captor said in a recreant voice. “Not once have I heard of a captive escaping from a Lycan prison, I’ll handle this myself, get out!” The man on the throne said.

⸻ And another. The Throne of Balance was breaking. ⸻ 🌙 The Final Revelation The throne’s voice became distorted. ⚡ ⸻ “Error…” ⸻ Silence. 💀 ⸻ “Keeper refuses transcendence.” ⸻ The stars dimmed. ⸻ “Keeper chooses humanity.” ⸻ The crack widened. 💥 ⸻ Then the throne revealed its greatest secret. ⸻ “No Keeper has ever made that choice.” ⸻ 😱😱😱

I curved my lips. “If we’re going to do this, at least make it comfortable. What’s the point of doing it like this?” I moved my ankle, marked red by the chains, and said, “Lorenzo, unlock the chains on my feet. Don’t you want me to wrap around your waist like before? Unlock them, and I’ll show you what real pleasure is.” His breathing grew heavy. His mind was completely overtaken, and all caution disappeared under my lure. To him, unlocking my legs posed no threat at all.

"Please wait here for a moment until we finish checking all the houses." “What’s going on?” I asked, confused. He brought his head closer so he could whisper to me. “Two palace prisoners escaped, Your Majesty. We were assigned to check this place first.” “Who?” I asked in surprise. “Aspen Lancaster and Pearl Whitman,” he replied. I turned to Maddox, who rounded his eyes at the first name mentioned. That second name was the witch we found with her in Blood River Pack. Did they escape using the portal? The king couldn’t have carelessly prepared a prison for that witch. Then, how did she break free?

The staircase climbed impossibly high into the darkness. Leading nowhere. Or perhaps somewhere far beyond the world. At the very top stood a throne. The throne from my vision. The Throne of Stars. The throne hidden beneath the kingdom. The throne every ancient power was searching for. And seated upon it was a figure. Motionless. Silent. Wrapped in chains made of silver fire. A prisoner. Still asleep. Still bound. Yet somehow more terrifying than anything we had seen so far. The golden eyes immediately focused on it. The thirteen fortresses turned toward it.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

Vulwin snapped his fingers, and the door to the throne room was opened immediately. His culprit was changed all over with silver chain, and the smell and sizzling sound of burning flesh filled the air. "This is him?" The king exclaimed, staring at the beaten and worn down man standing in front of him He no longer looked like the once powerful man he was. How he looked like a lizard trying to fight for his place. "You.. " the prisoner said bitterly, "I know you." The king gave him a big smile, "Peter..." "Hello, Dark King," Peter glared at him. "Why did you bring me here? I'd expected you'd have had me killed."

There is no going back now after what she did. We leave the sitting room and make our way to the throne room. I shudder as I look at the thrones sat side by side. I walk past the spot that I revealed who I am after Vilkas broke me, but I hold my head high as I walk up the steps to the podium and turn, taking my throne. Vilkas does the same thing. There has been a stage set up for the prisoners and chairs for the others who will be here to bear witness to the judgement.

I ordered the warriors standing inside of our tent. Tavi's neck snapped toward me in confusion, but soon nodded her head in understanding. "Start talking," I said staring at our traitorous prisoner who sat on his ass after I kicked him in the chest. "I'm not telling you cunts anything!" He gurgled through the spilled blood in his mouth. "Oh, but you will when you hear what we're offering," I pretended to bargain. "You can't offer me anything that's worth my life," the prisoner spat. "We sent our warriors away just to give you a sweet deal," Tavi chimed in. "Fuck off, Princess! You only have one thing I want and it ain't your words, darling," the prisoner lustfully said before both me and Tav

The carrying had been the preservation of something worth preserving, and the person sitting across from me, holding the photograph with small careful hands, was the evidence that the preservation had worked. Mara read the last page and sat with the manuscript for a long time. Then she called Sena. "It is even more important than the first one," she said. A silence. "It is harder to read," Sena said. "Yes," Mara said. "That is part of why it is important. The first book gives people Rael. This one gives them what it cost to keep him. Both are true and both are necessary." "I want to show it to your mother first," Sena said.