Throne Of War Novels & Stories

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.

He is the worst. The witch king enters and immediately casts a spell, moving Thorne away from me. "You will take your hands off my lady" The witch queen and I both turn towards him. The same expression. "Counter proposition. You become my mistress, providing you with a new home and all you desire" His hippy hand caresses my face. If I wasn't in cuffs I'd rip his heart out. Fuck peace. Thorne may have his hands bound but that won't stop him. He lunges forward biting the witch king. Tearing the flesh off of his neck and spitting it at his feet. "MINE" he roars. The Witch King, Screams and collapses to the ground.

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Alonzo picked up his greatsword, gathered all his remaining men, and chose to stand or fall with Throne City. Outside the city, about 20 miles out, Andrew stood with his hand on his sword, watching the swarms of Highland Tribe warriors scaling Throne City's walls. His expression was calm as he ordered, "Mr. Fernsby, Knox, Juno, Petra, you're up too!" The four powerful warriors all acknowledged the command and began their assault on Throne City's main gate. Othniel shot into the air, his entire body wreathed in crimson lightning. With a furious roar, his cavalry saber brought forth a towering red radiance and struck Throne City's south gate.

“I won’t again.” The ground split fully at the courtyard edge. A clawed limb dragged itself from the earth. Not for. Not flesh. Stone and shadow fused. Thorne stepped back toward it. Smiling. “You chose war,” he said. “Now face what war awakens.” The creature’s full form began to rise. And Mira’s silver eyes burned brighter than ever.

A wave of silver energy deflected it, but the effort left him gasping. Lucien felt it through the bond and roared louder, fighting harder to reach safer ground. “Hold on, little mate. We end this together.” The clash raged on, blood soaking the valley grass. Loyal forces pushed back, but Rowan’s numbers pressed relentlessly. In the chaos, Caelan caught a glimpse of Rowan breaking through a gap, eyes locked on him with deadly intent. The war for the throne had ignited fully. The forbidden mate’s power echoed across the battlefield like a call from forgotten kings.

I stepped forward. And then I roared. The entire battlefield went silent. Every wolf, every fighter, every foe halted and turned towards me. In that moment, I felt the weight of my lineage. The power that had been dormant within me for years came alive. Liam's gaze snapped to me, wide with astonishment. Ronan's mouth parted slightly, as if he had encountered a ghost. And then I spoke. "This is my throne." "And I will not let you take it." The war was ignited because of me.

"Protect her? She's a threat to everything!" "She's a threat if she falls into the wrong hands. But if she's on our side, if we help her handle her power, she could be our salvation." I opened the third book to a page covered in war scenes. "The prophecy doesn't end with her rising, Thorne. It talks about a war. A fight between those who want to use her power and those who want to destroy it. A war that will determine the future of all werewolves." "What kind of war?"

“Always. I’m not going anywhere.” We kept walking. The courtyard felt peaceful for a second. Then footsteps sounded behind us. Heavy and many and Jacob stopped fast. He pushed the baby and me behind him. His body tensed. The warriors poured from the side halls. Dozens of them. They blocked every exit with swords in their hands and hard faces. Thorn stepped out from the main doors. His face looked angry and his black robes were wrinkled. His crown was gone. “You think you can take my mate and my heir?” he said. His voice carried across the courtyard. “Fight me. One on one. Winner claims everything.”