Novel & Cerita The Throne Of Fire

“He was always a constant opposite of me. But his rebellion has led him precisely to the role I assigned him. The line has been crossed; there is no power that can pull him back now.” Jass simply raised her champagne glass once more. “Now, we wait for my son to accept the Throne and bring our heir home.”

I blast another stream of fire at the king and light my hand with fire, holding the chancellor while he burns and watching as the king falls to his knees, screaming in agony as the earth settles around us again. I drop the chancellor’s body when he stops fighting and I watch as Merellien walks through the burning fire to where King Folwin was sitting when we walked in. He sits in the chair and turns to me. “Now, fire dragon, come ride your new king.” I strip off my clothes and do what my rider commands.

I leaned closer to Seraphina, my voice soft enough to terrify her. “Enjoy your borrowed throne,” I murmured. “I’ll be reclaiming mine.” Her pupils dilated. Kael grabbed her hand. “This conversation is over.” “For you,” I agreed. “It’s just beginning.” I turned away, letting my heels echo against marble. Behind me, the Thornbrooks raged. The Valecrests whispered. The crowd watched—no longer amused. They felt it now. The shift. Fire doesn’t beg. It waits. And then it burns.

When the audio ended, she spoke with calm resignation, “I tampered with his car because I wanted Jack to win the championship. That led to Lewis’s crash and death. “Lewis treated racing with devotion. To him, a race was his life’s calling. “Jack and I framed him to escape blame. “Without me, Lewis would have won. He would have had a bright, dazzling future. “I am the sinner. I betrayed the one who trusted me the most.” Then, as comments exploded across the livestream, Alanna struck a lighter in the gas-filled room. … Fortunately, someone watching the stream lived nearby and called the police. Firefighters arrived quickly and put out the flames. But Alanna had stood at the center of the explo

Bullets chased after my heels like a storm. I pulled the trigger without hesitation. The explosion swallowed half the desert. Fire erupted into the night as the shockwave hurled me through the air. I crashed into the sand, drowning in blood while flames flickered at the edges of my vision. Slowly, I reached up and tore the Heart of Protection necklace from my throat. Then I threw it into the fire. Before consciousness slipped away completely, I saw helicopters descending from the sky, each one marked with my family's crest. Through my fading vision, men in black suits poured from the cabins and dropped to one knee in the sand in perfect unison.

Her stomach lurched, and her senses reeled as she tumbled through the unknown, her fate hanging precariously in the balance. Kayla landed hard on the cold, stone floor, her palms scraping against the rough surface. As she struggled to sit up, she realized that she was surrounded by flames. Towering infernos danced around her, casting flickering shadows on the walls. But despite the intense heat, she felt no pain, no burning sensation. It was as if the fire couldn't touch her. Her gaze wandered to a magnificent throne, carved from a single block of black marble. The throne seemed to absorb the light around it, radiating an aura of dark power.

His expression sharpened, not offended, but impressed. I crossed my arms. “Then start explaining why I shouldn’t incinerate you where you stand.” He glanced at the black flame flickering along my fingers. “Because you can’t afford to waste power on allies.” “Allies?” I scoffed. “You’re Sariyah’s brother.” “And her opposite,” he corrected. “She ruled through shadow. I was meant to rule through fire.” I stilled. “She stole what was never hers,” he continued. “The throne. The war. And you, unintentionally, you became the convergence she was never able to achieve.”

The company's elders, watching us lock horns, stood their ground and tried to smooth things over: "Take a breath, will you? Don's just under the weather. As his wife, you oughta be his rock, not blocking his every move." Sebastian's lips twitched into a smirk, but he played it straight. "My wife calls the shots. Cross her in this family, and you'll answer to me." With that, he slapped his gun down on the table. The elders, taken aback at first, then chuckled and closed in around me. "Elena, Don's still head over heels for you. He's just got a short-circuit in the memory department, mistook someone else for you, that's all," they said.

I said, pressing my forehead to his, “that if I am going to rule hell, I’m ruling it with you. We rise together. Or we fall together.” A sound escaped him—a low, ragged breath that shook. “Sarai…” His voice broke. “I would follow you into fire.” “Then sit,” I whispered. He took my hand. And we sat. ⸻ THE ASCENSION The moment we touched the throne, the world erupted. A scream of shadow. A burst of fire. A shockwave of power that tore through the cavern like a hurricane. The throne latched onto us—literally clamping around our bodies like living stone.

Erin shook his head and sighed again. “Many individuals are vying for the throne, and there is also a lot of discontent regarding Uncle Vernon’s replacement due to a tragic event. Our great-grandfather violated the law,” Erin said, mustering a forced smile. “He betrayed the family, making a mistake in an attempt to protect us, our family, our people, and our reputation.” Erin continued, gripping Agustin’s shoulder. “The throne requires someone capable of ruling it.” “And that someone is you, Agustin.”