The Throne Of Honor And Blood Novels & Stories

Why did she have a bad feeling about this. As the doors opened wide her father led her into the ballroom that was jammed packed with vampires. At first you would have thought it was a normal crowd until you paid attention to the eyes. A lot of double and triple levels and all eyes were on her. Her father and her stopped dead at the thrones in which were empty. The thrones both were black the back drop was in the shape of the wings of a bat taking flight. The King’s was situated on the left, the queens throne which never held a single woman on it sat empty for 800 years. The King was the only one who has sat on the throne for 800 years alone. Her fathers head was looking around the room seein

"The throne is real, Kael, and as someone who has been here longer than you, that power is one of the reasons why I haven't taken over your world. It is always the last resort used by Lycan Leaders, and of course, Moonwhisperers, and it can be yours." "How?" I had a feeling where this was going, but I needed to hear from him myself. "The throne can only be activated by someone with royal blood sitting upon it, but that only gives you a small part of its power, just like the one you have on now. The one that wards Ferals away from you." "I thought that was Maya…" "Yes," he seemed rattled, "But Maya's power cannot last that long. The power from the Obsidian Throne, of which you're the leader,

Cassian looked at me. “Her promise.” I held his gaze. “What reward?” The chamber went quiet. “The first throne restored.” Orochi’s smile vanished. Cassian continued. “The ruler who wakes it may command every blood kingdom tied to the drowned crown.” The mark on my palm pulsed. The ancient throne answered. Its eyes opened again. Red light crossed the floor and circled my feet. Orochi rose sharply. “No.” Cassian’s voice remained calm. “The queen returned. The door opened. The guardian woke. The first throne has accepted blood.”

But then again, he didn't have expert knowledge on the recent happenings, so he was forced to agree. “They’re calling it Luna’s Wrath,” he continued. “They’re wrong.” A chill slid down my spine. “Then what is it?” Rael stepped closer, voice dropping. “Inheritance.” The word struck harder than any accusation. I laughed once. It was sharp, brittle. “I don’t come from anyone important” He keeps forgetting I'm an orphan. “You don’t know where you come from,” he corrected. The room trembled. Not physically, but inside me. The light flared in response, climbing my arms in thin silver veins.

“It is not wolf’s blood alone. Forbidden, and yet… intoxicating.” Silence rippled across the chamber like a blade being unsheathed. Ivy leaned forward, her expression sharp now, playful no more. “Caspian’s child.” I tilted my head, lips curving into a predator’s smile. “So the old king’s sins didn’t die with him after all.” Valentina’s eyes burned with cold fire. “Then the prophecy is real.” “And so is she,” I murmured. My gaze drifted, almost wistful.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Thorne's POV Power was not given. It was taken. I had taken it when I was younger than my sons are now, standing on the bodies of rivals, clawing my way to the throne until there was no one left to challenge me. Power was not love. Power was not bonds or prophecy. It was blood and fear. That was the way of wolves. And yet, the Council muttered of "change." Of "omens." Of that omega girl. I would crush the whispers before they spread.

She steps closer again and stretches her hand out over my belly, her palm wreathed in gold and white light hovering lightly over my belly as she responds, "It won't hurt the baby... But it will change everything. A child awakened from birth hasn't been born in a thousand years, and power like that never goes unnoticed. You will not be able to protect her alone, Destiny. You are strong, but one woman can't stand against the kind of evil that will fight your daughter's light. You have to find your home. You have to take the throne that was always meant for you, Heir of the Golden Blood." The light around us shifts again, slower this time but heavier. I watch as each figure standing in the ligh