The Throne Of Honor And Blood Novels & Stories

He took a moment to stare at it, a sadness filling his emerald eyes as he traced his thumb across the tiny rubies that had been encrusted into the golden branches. He placed the crown on Alora's head, taking a step back from us. "I, Erik Bloodstone, hereby step down from the throne and give it to Damon Bloodstone and Alora Elwood." His voice rang out into the room. Magic filled the space igniting around us as the ribbon wrapped around mine, and Alora's hands started to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, consuming the ribbon entirely.

He took a moment to stare at it, a sadness filling his emerald eyes as he traced his thumb across the tiny rubies that had been encrusted into the golden branches. He placed the crown on Alora's head, taking a step back from us. "I, Erik Bloodstone, hereby step down from the throne and give it to Damon Bloodstone and Alora Elwood." His voice rang out into the room. Magic filled the space igniting around us as the ribbon wrapped around mine, and Alora's hands started to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, consuming the ribbon entirely.

“The mark on your back—the one you hide? It’s not a brand of power. It’s a tether. A seed.” Her heartbeat roared in her ears. He stepped forward again, and she held her ground. “I came to hear your message. Say it, and I’ll decide what to do.” Kael’s expression darkened. “Very well,” he said, voice cold now. “There is a throne beneath the mountain. Hidden since the First War. It belongs to your line—one only you can awaken. But the price is blood. Yours, or someone else's.” He paused, eyes flicking upward. “You’ve brought watchers. Clever. But foolish.”

When was he able to force himself to break her spell? His life started with her but unfortunately, it never ended with her. "Doesn't the throne holds power?" She murmured "It does. But the real power lies in the one conquering it. It is the myth of the throne." He said as the event once again portrayed in his eyes. Unknowingly, the fear provoked in his heart as his grip on Astraea tightened a little. He could see her house now. It would only be a moment after which his night would end. He was pathetic, he knew that.

Something had happened. “We have an announcement that will surprise everyone.” He chuckled when people guessed Aspen was pregnant. “No, it’s not. It’s about Luna’s status. So, she’s no ordinary child. Her full name is Aspen Lancaster, and she is the younger sister of Alpha Devon of the Blood River Pack, who is also here tonight.” The man stood up, then turned his body so we could see his face. What a handsome man! No wonder Rory didn’t mind throwing Axel away for that man. If he could get the Alpha of the largest pack in the kingdom, why settle for number two?

"I'm listening, Teacher." "He asked me to take him with me a long time ago. He wasn't the real heir upon birth, but his brother died on an expedition to seek what he believe was the means to break the royalty's curse. Hence, he was chosen to ascend to the throne." She began narrating her knowledge of him. "Then?"

"One less traitor in my house. One less reminder of my failures." My claws press in, hot with power that makes his skin burn, and I watch his vision begin to dim around the edges. I can taste his blood in the air, and can feel it flowing more freely where my nails have found purchase. The scent of it excites something in my eyes, making them glow brighter in the throne room's gloom. He should be terrified. Should be begging for his life, calling on whatever power he's inherited from my bloodline to defend himself. Instead, he does something that surprises us both.

Instead, it feels right for the brother I’ve worried about my whole life to drape my silvery royal robe around my shoulders. “Maybe not as proudly as all our ancestors,” he says through the mind-link. I smirk. The heavy fabric settles over me, a reminder of the duty I’ve sworn to uphold. Anwen steps back, and Aylin turns to Raven. “You have claimed this throne by right of mating, but you were raised as blood. What do you believe gives it to you truly?”

Aaram will be king! Jarob felt his pulse rate triple as he battled to sit up without hearing his fragile bone snap out of place. "Woman, have you lost your mind?" "What I have just said is the truth." She answered with relish, watching the countenance of his face change as the realization of what he had just done dawned on him. Suddenly Jarob felt unexplainable pain… "My throne…my bloodline, you tricked me, you venomous woman!" He was struck with shock and felt his body system stop working at that moment; it was as though the blood in his veins stopped flowing.

​The vanguard soldiers screamed, shielding their eyes as the sheer majesty of the true heir's bloodline pressed down on their chests like a physical weight, forcing many to drop to their knees in involuntary submission. ​"Look at me!" I commanded, my crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flashing with a dangerous, ancient fire as I stepped onto the foot of the bridge, my fangs fully extended. "Your High King told you that you were marching to hunt a rogue pack. Look upon the bloodline he tried to exterminate, and tell me who holds the right to the throne!" ​The commander of the vanguard column, his silver armor caked in black clay, dragged himself up the stone steps, his breathing ragged as h