Throne Of War Novels & Stories

Yet the barrier held. Then everyone froze. Cassian. Eryx. Valen. Ava. Every heir. Every warrior. Watching. Then Ava blinked. Then: "Okay." Pause. Then: "That's ridiculous." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the giant eye narrowed. The horror had expected resistance. But not this. Not from Thomas. Then the voice thundered. "THE THRONE IS MINE." The words struck like weapons. Mountains cracked. The sea of clouds below exploded.

Anrina was strapped tightly to the interrogation chair. "Leon! I was the one who helped you take the throne! You can't do this to me!" Leon crouched in front of her and slowly flipped open the diary, holding each page up for her to see. "You helped me? "You stole her achievements. And you got her, and my child was killed." Anrina instantly collapsed to her knees, smashing her forehead against the floor as she begged for mercy. Leon leaned against the wall and watched in silence, his face completely unreadable.

To him, unlocking my legs posed no threat at all. “Alright… Annelise, you’re such a siren…” He eagerly took out the key. With the sound of metal, the restraints on my legs were unlocked. He tossed the chains aside, then leaned down impatiently, his hands moving greedily along my thighs. The moment he lowered his head toward my waist, my legs snapped up. They locked tightly around his neck. Lorenzo let out a cry, and he instinctively struggled. However, the strength I had built through years of fighting was not something a man weakened by indulgence could resist.

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

But Alpha King Thorne shook his head. “Not now.” Evangeline's heart sank. “But Thorne, the bridge has been fixed after fifteen years. I need to—” “The war begins in two days,” Thorne said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Silence stretched between them. “I will fight with you, my king,” she broke the silence. “You will not.” Thorne's gaze softened, but his voice did not. “You are the Luna. The mother of this kingdom. If I fall, Valtheris will still have you.”

“You carry the Veilblade. You came seeking answers. You walked willingly into the maw of fate. And now, you will understand what it truly means.” Elior braced himself as the world darkened. The throne room shattered, and suddenly, he was standing somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, bodies littered the ground. Soldiers clashed—werewolves, warriors, kings—all of them caught in an endless war. And in the center of it all, the First King stood, wielding a blade that pulsed with dark energy. The same energy that now coiled around Elior’s own weapon. Elior staggered back, breath catching. “This—this is—”

Raven’s POV. I walked into Fenrir's throne room , my heart still racing from the fight with alpha Damien. I had been sent there by Fenrir for alliance sake and now… after finding out he knows the truth about me, I had killed him in self-defense. But I couldn't tell Fenrir that. I had to spin a web of lies to keep myself safe. Until I am done with my mission, Fenrir can not know the truth. “Greetings alpha.” I said and bowed my head in respect.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

The roar of the slam echoed through the empty office. This was about the Elysian legacy. The empire. The inheritance.Alexander couldn't be allowed to win. Not this time. Nathan grabbed his phone, fingers sliding across the screen. Victoria answered on the second ring. "Nathan, darling, what's wrong?" "Mother, we have a problem." He paced again,tension resonating in his voice."It's about Alexander's little fiancée." "Isabella?" Victoria's perfect enunciation made the name sound like a curse. "What about her?"