Throne Of War Novels & Stories

Feeling for a pulse, her heart raced faster than Abey's. “Surprise!” Dremis said grabbing Abey by the neck. “So now that I have the two of you together, we can go back home and start the war that ends this planet and all of the fleas,” he said trying to grab onto Gabriela.

A third throne. It rose slowly from the floor, built from the same ancient stone but different. One side glowed with pure silver light, bright and steady like moonlight on snow. The other side swirled with deep shadow, dark and alive, shifting like smoke caught in the wind. The two powers met in the middle, blending without fighting. Silver and shadow, balanced together. Lyra’s breath caught. She helped Rowan closer until they stood right in front of it. The throne felt alive. It called to something deep inside her blood.

He murdered my family and took me as a trophy to prove he had won. I looked back at the papers in my hand. They were official birth records. Name: Elara Thorne. Parentage: King Alaric Thorne and Queen Seraphina Thorne. I wasn't Elara Fighlo. I wasn't a servant, i was a Thorne. My bloodline didn't just rank high, it eclipsed every Alpha in the territory. We were the originals. I kept reading. There were notes in Rowan’s handwriting. “The girl’s power is growing. Increase the dosage of the binding agent. If her silver fire awakens, the pack will realize she is the true heir. Aiden is starting to ask questions about the girl. I must suppress the bond before it stabilizes.”

"It won't come to open conflict," Wren cut in. "Thorne doesn't fight wars in daylight. He fights them exactly the way he has been — through proxies, through poison that kills before questions can be asked, through deadlines dressed up as mercy. If you try to meet him with warriors, you'll lose before you understand what happened. The only way to beat a man like Thorne is with proof loud enough that his own allies abandon him rather than be tied to the scandal."

For him, it was like a dream… What Aefstine did not expect is that it will soon turn to be his worst nightmare. ***** Randal has it all- the bravest warriors, a massive castle, and unmeasurable riches. Except for a queen. With a heart as cold as ice and hard as stone, the Warlord King didn’t think much of it when his soon to be Dalli arrived for their upcoming wedding. It was nothing but a political marriage anyway, and he had no intention of getting involved emotionally with anyone other than to perform his duties. He never felt attracted in anything other than war, and the same goes to people.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

In one hand, she held a talon—blackened and cracked, the last remnant of the Kilimane warlord she had slain. She smiled. “Pitiful,” she whispered, echoing the word her kind loved so much. “He thought his roar could rival mine.” The talon crumbled to ash between her fingers, vanishing into a curl of flame before it ever kissed the floor. She raised her hand, unhurried, and rested it on the arm of her throne. The legendary Throne of Flames. Gold hissed beneath her touch yet never burned her.

"One that serves the packs instead of ruling them!" Thorne twisted away, blood streaming from the wound. "You're starting a civil war!" "No." I stalked forward. "I'm ending one that's been going on in secret for decades. The war Varyn and his conspirators have been waging against anyone who threatened their power." Behind us, I heard more wolves pouring into the fortress. The seventeen Alphas fought with coordinated precision, their warriors working together like they'd trained for years instead of days. "Where is she?" I growled at Thorne. "Where is Aria?"

Some whispered, plotting, while others stared, unblinking, at the woman who had claimed the Crown. Finally, Thalene spoke, her voice low and tight with suppressed rage. “This… cannot stand. You will regret this defiance.” Zalindra’s Sapphire Flame roared upward, casting light across the hall, bathing the Elders in its azure brilliance. “No,” she said. “It cannot. It is over. The Hollow Crown is here, and its will is mine. You will not touch what I have sworn to protect. And you will see, if you value this city at all, that fighting me will be your ruin.”

Dante staggered, eyes wide in shock. He collapsed onto the throne’s cold steel. Blood pooled beneath him. Luca’s laugh echoed through the hall. Alessia arrived just in time to see the fall. Her scream tore through the chaos. Outside, snow began to fall, soft and silent. A new war had begun. And in its heart, the Ash Throne waited—for the one bold enough to claim it.