The Throne Of Fire Novels & Stories

Luckily, we could understand their language. My best friend, Autumn Cox, was a modern-day thrill-seeking romance expert. Once she understood what the chieftain meant, she almost instantly chose a handsome and elegant serpent man. "What a piece of cake! What's there to be afraid of?" she whispered to me, clearly excited. This tribe was probably a paradise to her. She then glanced at the rest, and she said, "Lynn, you're soft by nature. Don't choose someone too attractive. It would be awful if another woman stole him. Those plain-looking ones seem nice."

Maelis said, her voice carrying across the hall, “child of shadow, heir of fire, do you claim the throne of Dawnspire and all burdens it demands?” The words rang like a blade drawn in silence. Serenya’s heart pounded. She saw her mother’s face, hidden in memory. She saw the years she had lived in secrecy, a girl pretending to be no one. And she saw Kaelen—steadfast, unyielding—his gaze locked on hers as if to anchor her soul. “I claim it,” she whispered, then louder: “By fire and by starlight, I claim this throne.” The crown descended upon her brow, searing hot for a breathless instant. Her knees buckled as visions surged through her—kingdoms burning, stars falling, faces of those she loved

she said. She turned toward the window, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked out at the city below. “Vanessa was a fire,” she said. “Useful, bright and destructive.” She turned back to me, her eyes settling on mine. “But fire burns out.” I kept my breath steady. “But you don’t,” she continued softly. I said nothing. She stepped closer, stopping just far enough to respect the space I refused to surrender. “So I’m offering you a throne,” she said. “Power beyond Valehart. Beyond your brothers.”

“It won’t be a vision this time.” We both knew. Chaos had once shown us a child woven from light and fire a future, a warning. We’d left it sealed in prophecy. Now prophecy had found its way back. “Stay close,” he said. I almost laughed. “That’s the problem.” We moved together toward the Throne. The air thickened. Shadows reversed direction, drawn toward the flame instead of fleeing it. A ring of light rose beneath our feet familiar, terrifying. The Throne hummed. Its cracks glowed molten, runes surfacing like breath beneath glass.

Saphros (softly): "The Flame Heir will either rule the ashes... or become them." A New Throne Forged Throne Hall, Night Arion enters the throne room—cracked, flame-scarred. He does not sit on the throne of bone. Instead, he places the Flame Crown on a new structure: a monolith forged from melted weapons, burnt scrolls, and shattered oaths. Behind him, Flame Knights chant in unison. Arion (to his inner circle): "Let them riot. Let them burn. The Flame was never meant to unite. It was made to consume."

The fire did not ask her to kneel. It bowed. She stepped onto the pedestal. The twin flames rose higher. Wrapped around her in spirals. The wind roared through the open walls. And every wolf in the valley howled. Not in fear. Not in loyalty. In recognition. The land remembered. The gods stirred. And the sky, The sky bled red. Mourne stood at the entrance, eyes wide. “She’s not taking the throne,” he whispered. “She’s changing it.” The fire split one last time.

This was so much information and part of me started doubting Veronica. I folded my hands looking at her and she splayed her hands, “I’m serious, Pyra. No one is allowed into the throne room except the pack’s rulers.” “Since you know a lot, what does it look like?” I asked with my brows high up and a smirk played at the corners of my mouth. Veronica groaned and rolled her eyes, “I’ve told you before. It is a throne of flames, made by the moon goddess herself and one more thing…” she trailed off, looking deep into my eyes like she just discovered a final piece to a puzzle.

The stars above spun in circles, then halted completely. And standing at the center of it all— A throne of flame. Empty. But waiting. --- The girl turned to them. “This is what will be. What could be. Or what already was.” Kael stepped forward, shielding Selene and the twins. “Who are you?” “I am the part of him that burned,” she said, pointing to Theron. “The choice he might still make. I am the ruler of the world after fire devours it.” Selene tightened her grip on her son.

Hundreds of them! They tried to get away, screaming at the top of their lungs. But the fire was like a living being that followed after each of them with supernatural precision! And it wasn’t just any fire— it was coming from my throne! It slowly leaked out of the golden throne, carving its way and spreading towards those who weren’t affected yet. “Prince Sylver! Help us!” They yelled. My insides flared and before I could even think it through, I was already jumping to help.

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.