Throne Of Gods Book Novels & Stories

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

The woman beneath the mountain spoke quietly: “The Thrones nearly ended the world the last time they descended.” Father Matthias looked horrified. “The scriptures say the gods saved humanity from the Ash Wars.” The Hollow King’s silver eyes glowed brighter below the abyss. “The scriptures lie.” Another colossal shape moved across the opening above the chamber. Closer now. Eleanor caught a clearer glimpse this time. Her stomach twisted violently. The Throne did not look alive. It looked assembled. A vast skeletal body forged from gold and white bone hovered beyond the broken ceiling while thousands of glowing eyes opened and closed across its wings in uneven patterns.

The bond burns bright, pulling, dragging, binding me like a leash made of starlight and shadows. And then I see it. The Throne. It is not a throne the way mortal minds imagine—no carved stone, no gilded seat. It is a wound in the world. A jagged crown of bone and glass rising from a sea of black fire, pulsing like the heart of a god. And at its center— Kael. Gods. He sits slouched like a king too tired to rule, bare-chested, his skin veined with silver fire and shadow bleeding like smoke from his hair. His eyes—once storm-dark—are twin novas of ruin, burning with hunger so vast it could hollow out eternity.

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“The Gate requires singularity. One will. One axis. You are contaminating the system.” I looked up at it, fury burning through the ache in my bones. “Then your system was flawed.” The god recoiled slightly. Good. The throne pulsed again, brighter this time. I felt its pull tug at my spine, my blood, the place where my wolf and my mortal self had always warred for dominance. But now there was something else layered beneath them—something vast and terrifying and mine. And Kael— Kael was standing at its edge. “No,” I breathed, tightening my grip as the throne’s light crawled up his legs, etching sigils into his skin that mirrored my own. “It’s not taking you. It’s not allowed to.”

Hello readers! If you have made it so far thank you so much for the support. You're amazing :D The sequel to Demon Kings Mate is out on my page. You can simply click on my profile and check out the latest book on the top or search for "Demon Kings Queen" Two chapters are already published! All the responses and reviews on the first book have been so supportive and helpful. Hope to get the same reaction on the second book. /Blurb/ "It wouldn't be the first, nor the last time anyone of you Titan Gods had affairs with 'Greek Gods' you know," Thaelia twisted her lips.

He casts me a cursory glance and goes back to distracting me. I huff and he looks at me again. The he tips his chin towards the book I'm reading . “What is that?” “A book.” He doesn't look amused “I mean what book is that? What are you reading?” “The history of veltrith Dominion. It's pretty interesting.” “Yeah?” “Uh huh. Do you know the gods appeared only once? Like since the breathed things into existence.” “Yeah. We were taught in school. They didn't tell us why though.”

I walked up the stairs. "Elowen!" he wailed. I didn't stop. Malachi's hand slid into mine. His power was comfort. "The throne is ready, for you, little star, " he whispered. Behind us a thousand angry wolves rose. They converged on the Alpha who had lost everything.

Blackthorn Pack territory was nothing like Crescent Moon. Where my old pack had been comfortable and modest, Blackthorn was magnificent. The pack house rose from the forest like a fortress, all dark stone and towering windows. Guards patrolled the perimeter with military precision. Everything spoke of power, wealth, and absolute authority. The warriors escorting me led me through gates that could withstand a siege, past training grounds where dozens of wolves sparred with lethal efficiency, and into the main building itself.

The key slid inside easily with a metallic groan. Beyond the gate, the air changed. Heavier. Charged. Shelves warped with age, scrolls bound in wolf hide, tomes inked in ancient bloodline dialects. There was something dark that pulled her inside. Her fingers trembled as she scanned the shelves until one title pulsed in the low firelight. "Prophecies of the Shattered Thrones." She opened it carefully. The parchment crackled. And there it was. A single passage written in red... "When the flame returns, crowned or chained, she shall awaken the power of her bloodline and bring the tyrant to his knees. She who bears the mark shall bind or break the cursed throne."