Throne Novels & Stories

The twisted branches intertwine, forming an intricate lattice that symbolized the king's dominion over the natural world. “My father sat on it, and now, I will sit on it tomorrow,” Dominic said and Erica felt a hint of defeat in his tone. “why do you hate the throne? It is beautiful, and it looks like it was made just for you,” Glistening with ethereal enchantments, the throne was adorned with shimmering gemstones that seemed to hold captured fragments of starlight. Each gem pulsed with a vibrant, ever-changing hue, reflecting the myriad facets of the king's untamed nature. The armrests were fashioned in the likeness of fearsome

He notices one statue is broken, all that remains is stone pieces. “Sire, I bring you Hector,” Rex says. Rex kneels before the throne. The throne is made from an oak tree found on the battlefield of a ten-year war covered in the blood of the slain. It is a high-back, oak wood that is stained red with the blood of his enemies, studded with jewels along the armrest, with a black cushion forming part of the seat. Once Rex is on his knees, he pulls Hector down onto his knees. Behind the throne is a red tapestry with a living oak tree.

I was forced to relent and let them finish off the enemy. Seeing Uncle Carwyn and Aunt Rhiannon standing with Tyra not far from us, I sighed in relief. Thankfully, they were fine. I couldn't wait to find out what had caused Devon and Aspen to hold them back. A victory cheer came from the direction of the entrance gate. I didn't need to look to know which side was winning. Thankfully, Devon was taken down. Hopefully, he was the only Alpha intent on destroying peace in this kingdom. "Let me go! You can't demean me like this! I am Luna of Royal Blue Pack!" shouted Aspen, who was dragged towards us with a woman in a black robe.

Bram, ever steady, adjusted his axe at his back and exhaled sharply. "Let’s not stand here waiting for another ancient nightmare to show up," Bram muttered. "That place already spat out one monster. Who knows what else is down there?" Rael tightened his grip on the book, the weight of it more oppressive than before. The First King’s words echoed in his mind. The throne does not grant power. It takes. It feeds. It is a door. A door to what? He looked at Elior. "We need to figure out what the throne really is. If the First King locked something away, then breaking the chains might have just set it free."

But what captivated her first was the center of the room. A throne. Enormous, carved from pale stone laced with a luminous glow, it seemed as if it had been sculpted from moonlight itself. Rowan gasped sharply. Kai breathed, “The Moonblood Throne…” Luna halted. She had previously glimpsed it—only in her visions, the ones that left her breathless and trembling. Yet witnessing it now, tangible, solid, awaiting her… her heart fluttered. “It’s summoning you,” Rowan whispered.

"Four Flameguard assassinations in twelve hours. All by fellow wolves. All claiming visions. You know what this means." Maera nodded grimly. "The Bone Throne has awakened." Xavier paced near the high window, face drawn. "And Arion sits on it." Councilwoman Veyra shook her head. "Impossible. The Throne only answers to bloodlines of the First Flame." "He was bred," Kato growled. "Made with Flameblood marrow. And Umbra rites. A lab-born king, maybe—but still threaded with their line." Ceres turned toward them all. "He's not using the throne as a seat. He's using it as a signal. A broadcast. He's proj

The Throne shatters and grows in the same breath, spines twisting like serpents. And in the heart of it— Us. Burning. Breaking. Becoming. The Throne roars a promise in my skull: If I can’t have you, I’ll take HER. And then— Everything goes white.

"Ethan, do you promise to respect Isla's gifts, to support her dreams, and to walk beside her for all your days?" "I do," Ethan said, his hand tightening on mine. "I promise to love all of her, including her strength and her independence." We exchanged the moonstone bracelets. The very same ones that had been stolen and returned. Silver light shimmered on our wrists. "By the power of the Moon Goddess, I now pronounce you Mated." Ethan leaned in and gave me a soft, tender kiss. Applause and blessings erupted around us. "Congratulations!" "So beautiful!" "May you have a lifetime of happiness!"

"What do you want here, boy?" Thorne's smile looked deadly. "My place. I have come to challenge your sons' rule. I am the only true heir to the throne The pack needs fresh strength against the void. And the Child of Power will strengthen the true heir." I wasn't surprised that he knew about all that had been going in the pack. Soon, his loud voice had drawn more people than I had wanted him to. Everybody including Elara had gathered. His gaze locked on Elara, as she was standing quietly, her hand subtly on her belly.

Instantly, sharp ironwood arrows appeared along the walls of my tribe. Catapults that needed two males to operate were quickly set up at the top of the high walls. The lion tribe chieftain's expression instantly changed. Then, he grabbed Autumn by the neck. He asked, "Didn't you say they were weak and easy to defeat?" Autumn shook her head frantically and clawed at his fingers. "I didn't!" she said. She had no idea that the white tiger tribe had improved that much in only six months. However, the lion tribe chieftain did not kill her.