The Throne Of Honor And Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

‘’The Crystal throne belongs to the one who would father the first child of the prime hybrid. The Crystal throne belongs to Torin. He had won the trial of the roar even though he didn’t have to oblige to go through it. And now…the crystal throne would have been presented to him today in all fairness. But where was he? Dead. Not alive to see the prophecy fulfilled. She placed a hand over her belly, and her shoulders shook. Calen came to her side and touched her shoulder. Tyler hovered over her, expression one of intense emotion. As he was about to speak.

Entombed within a towering block of solid, crystalline ice behind the throne was a majestic, ancient figure—a she-wolf progenitor clad in armour of pure silver, her eyes frozen open in a stare of pure, ancient authority. As Clara stepped forward, carrying the baby, a single drop of royal hybrid blood from the infant's foot dripped onto the stone pedestal before the throne. The block of ice let out a loud, terrifying crack. A deep female voice, ancient and resonant, vibrated in their minds: ""The blood of gold and fire has returned... The throne stirs.

"They need a real Queen. Someone stunning. Someone with elite education and perfect pack pedigree. When they see you, they will toss that pathetic human straight into the streets. You are going to rule this pack, Clara." "Well, when you put it like that," she laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the idea. "I suppose I should wear the red dress you bought me." "Wear the red one," he agreed. "Get some sleep on the flight. I will see you tomorrow." Hanging up the phone, Thorne tossed it onto the seat next to him. He felt incredibly smug. While the rest of the council was panicking over dead guards and old women's prophecies, he was quietly positioning his own bloodline for the throne.

Oh, now I see, you were playing games, trying to make me jealous. "Enough of this, let's sort out the mess at the company first." I passed the bouquet to the bridesmaid and shrugged off Sebastian's grasp. "I'm here for the wedding. You guys can fix your own mess." Sebastian's annoyance was palpable as he looked up sharply. "Is this wedding really more important than our family's legacy? We've both apologized. How long are you going to drag this out?" He sounded so noble, but if he had not let Rosa's antics slide, we would not be in this mess.

The sounds of the bones crushing as the blade speared through to his heart filled him with satisfaction. Soon enough, the king was dead with wide eyes of shock. No one said a word about the scene that unfolded before them. Xanthanius picked the blood stained crown from his father’s head and placed it on his. “Welcome to a new reign of Aspena” he said proudly. The years of training paid off. AUTHOR’S NOTE (PLEASE READ ME!) Thank you for counting this book worthy of your attention and time! Welcome to my first ever attempt at a Romantasy (Romance and Fantasy) genre. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

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

“For the past year, every cent I spent went into their private accounts. “I used three times the black money to buy out the ace force you were so proud of.” I set down the glass and slowly stood, walking step by step toward Luis. With a swift motion, I drove a dagger straight through his palm, pinning him firmly to the table. His scream echoed through the hall. Darlene trembled all over, stammering as she began to beg for mercy. “Annelise, I was wrong! I’m your mother. I raised you!” Expressionless, I pulled out the dagger and cleanly slit Luis’ throat. Blood sprayed like a fountain across Darlene’s and Angelina’s faces.