The Throne Of Fire Novels & Stories

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.”

Yes… burn for me. The fire didn’t fade. It spread. Silver light raced across the void, fracturing the dark. Adrien screamed as it poured out of him, searing, breaking, consuming his every nerve. And for the first time, he saw. A throne. High above, carved into nothingness itself, draped in veils of starlight and chains of bone. And upon it, A figure. Her. The one Kael had whispered of. The one the cloaked master had sought. The one tied to Liora.

Kingston yelled and immediately a flaming fire fell on her b©dy She screamed and fell on the ground trying to get free from the fire but the fire only increased Kingston wasn’t satisfied,,he stood up and walked toward her but a for-ce stopped him all of a sudden that he couldn’t move. The fire on Moon’s b©dy went down also,,but she fainted right on the sp-ot The three deities appeared “You can’t hurt your mate” The first one said “She’s not my mate!!” Kingston yelled but it wasn’t him,,it’s his demon Botis who alre-ady took over completely

"Lovers are meant for the living and nor for the dead, you should start making moves on him, I would shut him out completely. I need you to be his Queen and adopt Thorfin as your son and train and love him like your own children. You must also remember that he is the next in line to the throne and would soon be the last son of fire!" I explained. "This is too much for me to handle," Sangeeta started freaking out. "This is the last mission I would give you," I said and removed my necklace and placed it in her palm using mine to cover it. "The sons of fire are the true rulers of Kingslanding, they command the fires and the dragons.

The same throne from the visions. Kael stopped walking entirely. “…That is definitely cursed.” For once— No one disagreed. My pulse pounded unevenly. Because the moment I saw the throne— Something inside me reacted violently. Not pain. Recognition. A memory that wasn’t mine flickered suddenly through my head. Silver fire. Wolves kneeling. A woman rising slowly from the throne while the earth trembled beneath her feet. I staggered slightly. Ronan caught my arm immediately. “What did you see?” I looked at the throne.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

I feel him touch my cheek, but my eyes fight to stay open. He tries to pick me up, and I wince and groan when he touches my burns. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says, moving his hands to my neck and back of my legs, picking me up bridal style. I smell smoke and choke on it while he carries me downstairs. He holds me tightly, but slowly, I feel myself slipping—slipping away into the darkness. Martin’s next words become mixed and jumbled, but I hear: “No, Claire, please stay awake,” he begs, but I close my eyes, away from the fire, the pain, the smoke… into the darkness.

Real alarm. “Step away from it.” Liora froze at his tone. Then the throne called her name. Not aloud. Inside the chamber itself, in the mountain, and inside her. “Liora.” My body locked immediately. Because I heard it too. The voice carried through the cavern like breath moving beneath stone, ancient and impossibly powerful. The throne was alive. And it wanted her. Silver light exploded across the floor beneath Liora’s feet as the runes surrounding the throne ignited fully for the first time in centuries.

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

Kael staggered. “What?” “Your wolf… your rage… your claim none of it was a coincidence. It was design. You were born to be the king reborn. Not a savage Alpha. A god. And she was the fire built to light your throne.” Kael shook his head. “She would never be part of that.” “She doesn’t know.” “I won’t let her.” The man smiled. “You don’t have a choice. The fire is lit. The throne is stirring. And when she touches that gate, you’ll either rise as her king…”