The Throne Of Fire Novels & Stories

He made his way to the throne room, as he was too enraged to risk frightening his mate. As Rex sat on the throne, flames engulfed the throne room. The throne was engulfed in flames. Instead of his dragon, Rex was sitting on the throne, spewing fire. It was only a matter of time before the fire engulfed his entire body. He desired to murder Alex, yet murdering him would be more akin to showing him mercy. He desired to punish him severely, but in the end, it was Reina’s decision. Rex’s emotional fire was out of control. He was in tears. His tears were fiery.

The throne room turned into ruins: the roof collapsed, the brazier fires engulfed the throne and the entire hall, covering it in ashes, and the marble statues melted like ice in a fire. "18 th and 19 th . When the night meets the dawn - one will stand one fall." Faithwinder floated very close to Cedric, looming over him. "Now you are the messenger of the Gods. You are a sword that strikes. You are the last hope. Use the power of Corvus and the Cosmic Eclipse to overthrow your father and destroy the Empire. Rise." Cedric was blinded by the moonlight. The throne room vanished, and he was sitting on the cold floor of a small room filled with old scrolls. Before his face was Alaric's painting.

he asked with an annoying smile as he tried to balance himself on his crutch. Disregarding Ivar, she strode past him, prepared to resume her duties. However, he had different intentions, halting her by seizing her arm. "I'm addressing you," he snapped, his teeth clenched. "Slave." "What is it, Ivar?" she demanded, glaring at the hand that imprisoned her before lifting her gaze to meet his malevolent eyes. There was a fierce intensity in her eyes he hadn't witnessed before. A spark, as if Thor, the God of Thunder, himself lived within her.

“You will rise. You have to take revenge for your mother.” “No! I don’t want this!” I screamed. The ground cracked beneath me. Flames erupted from the ground, erupting into the sky. And in the heart of the fire, I saw it, a throne. “MY QUEEN.” The voice roared through me. And I fell into darkness so complete I thought I’d died. . I woke with a scream, my throat raw, my body drenched in sweat. The room was dark, the only light the silver glow of the moon coming through the window.

She held my hand, urging His Majesty to bring my marriage forward because she feared I would regret this. His Majesty looked pleased, too. He and my husband-to-be, Gideon Swain, were blood brothers. Naturally, the bond between them was stronger than others. I knew little about Gideon, even in my past life. All I knew was that he had a reputation for being a devil incarnate. He was stationed with the army in Morbeck with the task of guarding the nation's borders and rarely returned to the capital. That was why none of the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry him.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

“You must take the throne.” “Mother… I told you一” “Yes, you told me many times. But mark in your head that it’s okay that your brothers take it, but not King Water.” She turned her back to me, walking back and forth while scratching the back of her hand. “You should battle them. The future of the Alpha King’s World depends on one hand. It’s either you… King Fire. King Wind, or King Lighting, but King Water? He will destroy you all.” “Mother, Hali is一”

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in

The Supreme Sovereign backed away toward his throne, his flawless face twisted in absolute, unbecoming terror. "Stop!" the Sovereign screamed, raising his hands. A torrent of pure, blinding heavenly fire erupted from his palms, striking the Taotie squarely in its massive, tooth-filled maw. The beast didn't even blink. It simply swallowed the divine fire, burped a cloud of golden sparks, and lunged forward, snapping its jaws shut around the Sovereign’s throne of woven sunlight. The throne shattered like cheap glass, sending the ruler of the universe tumbling unceremoniously onto the polished jade floor.