Throne Of War Novels & Stories

Him dying in peace and going to hell that befits him pays off that him been stabbed and stoned to death on the very spot of his sickbed where he lies. "D, once we are able to urge them to go back to their respective homes and leave the fight for another day, we should go help Mother to pack the luggages back to our new home. They can have the throne since lastest tonight, Father will be gone."I quickly quipped and he nodded in understanding. Snapping my head to face the uproar, I was alarmed when I almost slammed my face into one of them bulky chest. Crap, thank my luck. "Get away from the door kids! We are here to see the most worstest and cruel Alpha we have ever let on the throne."One fro

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

Where have I heard that name from? It suddenly clicked to me. There is the story of a brave and young warrior and werewolf that was told in our Luna school. The first female celebrated war hero in the Moon Pack kingdom. She led the war against the Snow Pack and helped secure a victory against our rival pack. Her and the new Alpha King Zemo who was still a young prince at that time were the leaders of the army and they lead it to victory. This was the victory that sealed the King's throne as the new Alpha King. History was not so clear as to what happened to the brave and courageous Althea. It seemed that she was killed in battle or banished, but it never really occured to us to ask what happ

She was after her father’s position as the Master of strength and the Alpha’s enforcer. Myria was built differently. Unlike most girls who preferred dolls, dresses, and looking pretty, she had broad shoulders shaped by years of discipline. Her presence didn’t demand attention—it claimed it. Her gaze was sharp, calculating—not cruel. She didn’t talk much. She didn’t need to. When Myria Throneclaw walked into a room, strength followed. And tomorrow, she intended to prove it. I didn’t look at Raven again—not when the feast resumed, not when plates were passed, not even when she finally lifted her cup.

However, the white tiger tribe was no longer easy to defeat. The new tribe members did not want their newfound happiness to be destroyed, so they followed Sean into battles. I did not know much about war, but I had learned some tactics from books. Occasionally, I taught Sean some strategies over the winter. It was all theoretical to me, of course. Thankfully, Sean knew how to apply the strategies in reality. He tricked his enemies on the battlefield and won within a month. He knelt on one knee before me on the day of his victorious return and announced me as the tribe's queen.

Though, I was no fool either, and had not forgotten the hurt Throne had previously put upon me, so I added, “For now.” That seemed to satisfy but Max and Kairos. Max nodded with approval. Kairos finally stopped growling. “Stand, Thorne,” I said. He pushed himself back up to his feet. Max stepped forward then, grabbing Thorne threateningly by the shoulder. “I’m not fucking around, Blythwitch. We aren’t at the Academy anymore. This is war.” “We’ll both be keeping an eye on you,” Kairos said, stepping to Thorne’s other side. “Old friend or no, if you show even a vague sign of betrayal, we are going to kill you.”

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

Volkava turns into the mist as creatures grab Zuri before she could react, dragging her as she holds Lior along with Volkava into the mist. More twisted creatures advance towards us. Draven howled and it ripped deep through the air in a commanding way. And so did Mateo at almost the same time. The signal. And then, steel clashed in less than minutes from beyond the gates— “Torin,” I whispered. Ironfang and Thornshade fighting those monsters. The war had begun. The ruins exploded into motion—wolves shifting mid-run, bones cracking, fur bursting through skin. Blades slicing through twisted flesh. Creatures shrieking—unnatural, distorted, wrong as blood sprayed.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

“Then let them come.” Inferno stirs beneath my skin, his voice deep and steel-sharp: “Let the wolves howl. Let the fire rise. The Crownless have returned.” Zenith takes my hand. And in the stillness before the storm, I feel something sacred between us ignite. She is ready. I am whole. The war begins. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zenith’s POV