Throne Of War Novels & Stories

War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent. "Don't talk to her!" War barked, using his free hand to grab him by the shirt before flinging him into the wall. Gods, he was furious. How dare he? Use that language in front of his mate...not only the demean War, but to demean her! Trent groaned as he slid down onto the ground, crimson blood dripping freely down his mouth and shirt. War broked his nose, most likely. "Oh fuck you and your dramatics," he spat, the blood sipping into his mouth splattering onto his shirt below as he hurled insults and curse War's way. Ignoring him, he stepped over his legs and grabbed a terrified Pome

“You speak of war against Troy and the Masked Alpha.” A hush fell. He rose slowly, his cane striking the stone floor like a war drum. “I fought beside Troy’s father,” Thorne said. “I remember when Bernard slit his throat in the rain. I remember when the Twilight throne burned. Now his son returns it from ruin with a mate carved from vengeance — and a son that wields forgotten flame.” He paused. “Do any of you think they will surrender him willingly?” “No,” Lysara whispered. “Then speak plainly,” Thorne growled. “Do we kill the boy... or do we prepare for a war that ends every bloodline?”

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

"I don't care about the cost! I want her dead! I want the Icarus code!" The war was no longer about stones or fashion. It was about survival. And Liora Thorne had just shown the world that she was the ultimate survivor. END OF CHAPTER 13....

Draven smiled. It was not kind. “No,” he said. “You were a placeholder.” Power exploded outward. The remaining wards collapsed. Selene screamed as the corridor buckled, stone tearing free as Draven advanced—each step a declaration, each breath a promise of reckoning. Behind him, Liora sank to one knee, breath shaking, Silver pressed safely against her chest as relief hit her like a wave. He was here. Together again. And the war for the throne had finally stepped out of the shadows—into the open.

Lightning flashed in the distance without any thunder following it. Tharros glanced back at everyone in the throne room, and a wide smirk spread across his face. It was a smile that promised violence and bloodshed. "The war is already here," Tharros announced, and his voice carried throughout the entire throne room. *** Meanwhile, Far Above in the Sky:

"She is the one who has been feeding the Eater." Malachi growled, looking at the Queen. "She does not want to harvest them. She is one of them. The Corrupted One." The war was not about saving the Celestials anymore. It was a war between the gods. I stepped to the edge of the deck the wind whipping my hair. I did not hide I did not tremble. "You want my family, Valerius?" I shouted, my voice echoing across the fleet. ". Take them.. You should know... The Moon is full tonight.. The tides are, in my favor.”

"You mean—" "I mean," Adeyemi interrupted, his voice a low vibration of pure power, "that the threads are being trimmed. I had nothing to do with the mother anyways. By tomorrow, We will have our merger, our contracts, and our peace. The girl will be a ghost, and my son will be a man. Whether he likes it or not." Tony Williams raised his glass. "To the merger, then. And to ghosts." They clinked glasses. The sound was sharp, like a bone snapping.

The Voss family had known and had loved the child completely and entirely as their own. She had grown up in the warmth of people who had chosen her. That was real. That was not diminished. But the truth changed everything about the shape of the threat she was facing. She was not simply a she-wolf who happened to carry a compatible marker. She was a direct Holt bloodline, one generation removed. The Sovereign Match was not a chance alignment between two unrelated wolves of compatible genetics. It was a circle closing. Two branches of the same bloodline, separated by a generation of council interference, completing what their family had been prevented from completing thirty years ago.

“Is it true what’s on the news? That the black market was involved in Sir Dominic’s death? I can’t believe it! Demons!” Chaos and noise broke out in the conference room because of what they heard. The Knights didn’t know how to calm their allies down. “Who’s going to sit on the throne now? There will be war again if the new chairman is still missing in action! Our company sales will drop if the throne remains empty! A lot of people are also asking if Knights Empire is involved in the chaos happening!” Jacques glared at one of their board of directors. The man looked away and apologized.