Throne Of Bones Novels & Stories

Not to talk of having a bond with my enemy's daughter. I'm Chase Kingston. An Alpha rumored to possess the body of a fallen angels'. Growing up to become ruthless, they say am an earthly beast. News reached my parents upon my arrival on earth that I was an unusual being created with an heart of stone. But they still kept me, until I started to spill nothing than destruction.

We were transported inside a familiar palace with a familiar throne made of bones and skulls. Walls were made of dark marble, surrounded by eternal flaming torches and glistening crystals that brightened up with our presence. There's a huge cauldron beside the throne that allows one to oversee the world of the beastmen, and the ceiling is too high and dark as if it were covered by the shadow of the Abyss. "Welcome back, my dear children. I've long been waiting for you. Oh! Interesting! Are you looking down on me?" he growled as he stood up from his throne and walked towards us wearing black chained armor with the mark of the Winged Black Wolf.

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.

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

Scarlett suddenly spoke. “My son will return to his position. I will not replace him because he is the only one who can sit on the throne. This was my father’s wish, the former chairman of the Knights. As for Bram and Robles' deaths, my family had nothing to do with it. It was their karma for stealing money from the Knights' foundation. They spread false information about my son and my clan.”

The weak only know how to kill. Rian’s jaw tightened. The gold in his eyes flared. He looked frustrated. He looked trapped by the logic of the throne. He wanted the peace of the dead. He wanted the security of an empty courtyard. Thorne stood up. The chair scraped the stone. The Anchor is a girl. Thorne spat. The girl does not understand the cost of a crown. Every King sits on a throne of bone. I looked at Thorne. I looked at the scar on his face.

A courtier murmured, “It shattered… only the Boundborn can shatter the crystal.” High above the court, on the Throne of Bonefire, Gorvane sat still. The King of Murnokh. King Gorvane stayed motionless, his obsidian eyes pinned on Kaerith. The bone throne rose behind him like jagged fangs, its arms carved from the skulls of traitors. He didn’t move or speak, but Kaerith felt him. She felt him inside her like a smoke, creeping through her ribs and curling around her heart.

And there it stood. The Blood Throne. It was carved from obsidian, veins of red crystal pulsing through it like a beating heart. The floor was cracked around it, as though the throne had erupted from the earth. Before it knelt a man. Or what was left of one. He was bone and ash wrapped in black robes. His hair was silver, his skin like charred marble. He did not look up—he only whispered in a language none of them understood. Aelin whimpered. “He’s trying to bind to me. To make me sit.”

Ding Hao gasped. This was a lotus throne made of countless shiny white bones. From the distance, it was glistening and was full of a holy aura. But when one looked closer, one could see that it was made of white bones. The bones were not thick and they looked like human bones. They were closely connected together as if an invisible divine hand had glued them together, forming a perfect Tier-Nine Lotus Throne. It was like a beautiful work of art shining with brilliance. "What kind of creature did these bones belong to? They are not damaged at all in the bloody water that can melt magical weapons?" Ding Hao was stunned.

The moonlight poured over them in silver streams as they clung together, hearts pounding, blood singing. Dawn bled across the sky as Nyra awoke in Urhan’s arms, the battlefield quiet. The Throne of Bones loomed behind them, now scarred by their union. But when Nyra stirred, she noticed the throne shifting, bones grinding against bone. She propped herself up, muscles sore, and saw what had happened. A section of the throne’s back had collapsed inward. Vertebrae splintered, pelvis fragments scattered like petals. In the hollowed cavity lay… something wrapped in obsidian silk.