The Throne Of Honor And Blood Novels & Stories

But perhaps… what’s sad about this whole thing, here in an empty, debatably desecrated throne room is that they have both lost things in this unspoken war now, that it all led up to this once more: a lost heir to the throne, a Sans, and a demon with the fate of the North on the line. History repeats itself. Hans turns to stare up at the throne. In the dim light, it still looks like a place of grandeur, a ruler’s place yet there is something about the seemingly closed space that bothers him more than he cares to admit. The carpeting on the floor seems to still reek with the scent of blood that was both old and new, dust, and overly perfumed flowers that never fades. “Where is the Queen, demon

I leaned back slowly, fingers steepled before me, face a mask of calm carved over turmoil. "She is my sister." "She is your rival," Roen snapped. "Your heir, if the old bloodlines are upheld. Do not forget the ancient laws, Majesty. The throne passes by blood, not by gender. But if she continues to gain support, what your blood entitles you to may no longer matter." I exhaled, slow and deliberate. "She fights with Cerberus." A ripple of tension passed through the chamber at the name. "The descendant of the three-headed monster bastard who was never tamed?" murmured Lady Meira. "You allowed him to survive, and now he binds himself to her. Two myths, side by side. It is a union that will fract

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

Ashlyn rolled her eyes but she was smiling yet she was being honest when she offered her helping hand to him. “Sweet and thoughtful. I love it.” he smiled at how kind-hearted Ashlyn could be. “Vladi.” Ashlyn warned him. “Okay, being a blood prince has the power to manipulate blood like, making it a life-saving blood or make it poisonous that takes like instantly. But it was not just all that because the last time a released that side of mine, I brought a sea of blood that kills anything it touched. It was like a toxin but it still saves anyone that needs to be saved since I was trained to do that so I won’t harm anyone without my knowledge.” Vladimir surrendered and briefly explained to her

The air choked of mystery, and though the window curtains were drawn close, the eerie sound of silence could still be heard from outside. "Throughout history, the blood kings have always been blessed with tremendous power. They get that power after a specific amount of blood has been spilled, and that is why, right from a young age, the next generation is strictly trained for war. The more people they have killed, the more power they unlock. When their power becomes activated, they feast on blood and destroy everything in their path; hence the name Blood King. "So why do we need a bride?" Calhoun asked. "You need to find the woman with who you feel a connection. When you find her, you both w

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

Leonardo murmured, his voice lower now, edged in something more than certainty—something deeper. I smirked, exhaling softly. “He already has.” Leonardo reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly over Orion’s hand, watching as our child curled his fist around the offered touch. Power wasn’t just ruled. It was inherited. And Orion had just claimed his place. Elena was gone, but the world didn’t remain silent. A new name surfaced—Dominic Renaud, a strategist from Geneva, a man whose influence stretched across European financial circles, but whose interests now centered on testing the strength of our reign.

“She is the help. She’s the weapon!” The Throne Room Reborn Amara walked into the old throne chamber, now nothing but ruins and shadow. The crown glowed in her chest like a living sun. She lifted her hand — and the shattered stones began to move. Piece by piece, the throne rebuilt itself, this time from blackened bone and molten gold. Her voice filled the air. “There will be no gods. No kings. No crowns above mine.” She sat — and the fortress bowed. The guards dropped to one knee. Cassian, trembling, followed.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.