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.”

"And tonight, the world will see it." "They'll see exactly what you want them to see, Laredo," I said, my voice as steady as the tide. He turned me around, his thumb grazing the signet ring. He didn't recognize it. To him, it was just a piece of jewelry I’d picked out. He didn't know I was wearing our shared blood like a noose. "Let’s go down," he said, offering his arm. "Your mother is waiting to begin the performance." The grand foyer was a sea of black ties and designer silk. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive gin. As we descended the sweeping marble staircase—the very marble my mother had traded my soul for—the room fell silent.

“Damien, tell us why you have called this meeting.” “I am here to challenge the decision of my removal as rightful heir.” Damien said. “If you think putting my name in the Enforcer list is going to make me just hand out the throne to this girl—simply because she carries blood she didn’t even know she had. You are gravely mistaken.” Elder Kaelean spoke. “You should be honored. Enforcers are the shield of the pack.” Damien’s jaw clenched. “I am not a sword to be pointed for whoever sits on the throne. I am heir. And you know that.”

They controlled the vampire world from behind the scenes, manipulating events, pulling strings, and silencing any who dared to oppose them. She learned of the Blood King, a figure of immense power, a predator who had threatened to shatter their control. She learned of his reign of terror, his insatiable thirst for blood, his ruthless ambition. The Blood King was a force of nature, a tyrant who ruled with an iron fist, his power unchallenged, his cruelty legendary. He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror.

Spectators filled the stands in thousands—nobles, warriors, emissaries, and priests from all three empires. Solaris banners crackled with golden flames. Lunaris banners rippled like liquid silver. Noctis banners billowed like dark, living smoke. A gilded platform hovered above the center, holding the Three Thrones: —The Sun Throne of Solaris —The Moon Throne of Lunaris —The Night Throne of Noctis Three rulers sat there, watching. A ripple of whispers spread as Alessia stepped into the light. “There she is!” “The dual heir!” “The prophecy child!” “She looks so young!”

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?

"Come to think of it, you're already acquainted with Alwyn and Sigmund, I'm sure you won't take much time looking for someone strong like those two." What he just said is undeniably true. As the only heir to the throne, getting someone to stand by her side as her marital partner is not as simple as it seems. But even though her social standing lets her establish relationships easily with the aristocrats, there is one significant matter that stands on her way: her family's curse. The Princess rolled her eyes in irritation. "Tch. Why are we talking about that now? I'm still young, a'ight?" she argued.

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.