Throne Of Wolves. Novels & Stories

Where the silver half was molded to form a crescent moon, the gold created a perfectly round sun. Every time I slowed, too busy gawking at the elaborate artwork lining the walls, the wolf at Azrael’s side nudged me with its snout. First of all, the paintings moved. How could I not stop and stare? Second, the legends always said that Orion was the most powerful of the wolf gods, but it wasn’t until now that I actually believed it. It was oh so comforting that he also happened to have the worst attitude. When the wolf bumped me for the fourth time I grunted, “Can you tell your pet to stop pushing me along? Don’t let my perky ass fool you, I’m not cattle.”

"Think of what we could be, my love. You are a new powerful species, the wolves answer to you. We can make more of what you are. We can rule together. Forget the vampire kingdom, forget them all. Be with me" The nightmare comes back to me, Thorne on my throne. His hand ripping my hair out. "You think I want to be with you. You are a plague on this earth" I speak turning on the spot. Not sure of where he is lurking. His laugh echos again. "You may not have my mark, but I made you. You've always belonged to me and you still belong to me"

"The White Wolf was always a delicate lock. But the Abyss Throne does not belong in the world of flesh. Give us the core, little queen, and we will leave the rest of this rotting world to starve in peace." "The core is my soul," I replied, my voice ringing with a metallic edge. "If you want it, you’ll have to reach through the frost to get it." Thane didn't wait for a signal. He lunged, his shadow-wolf form tearing out of his skin. He was a creature of darkness himself, but his was a darkness of substance, of loyalty and blood. He collided with the Weaver, his obsidian blade cutting through the tattered shadows. The creature shrieked—a sound that felt like glass breaking in my brain. Whereve

The battle for the throne had begun. Kyrex’s growl rumbled through the ground, deep and violent. His fur bristled, his black eyes burning like molten fire. Across from him, Thane’s gray wolf stood tall, his golden-red eyes glowing with fury and madness. The air itself trembled beneath their power. The forest around us became their battlefield. Kyrex and Thane circled each other, their paws sinking into the dirt, tails flicking in challenge. Then, with a burst of speed, Kyrex lunged.

It fought like a creature possessed, faster and stronger than anything natural. Thorne was already moving, his blade flashing silver as he cut across its flank. The wolf howled, but instead of blood, shadow spilled out, curling and writhing like smoke. “Rory, now!” Kael shouted. My wolf surged inside me. I raised my blade and thrust forward as the beast turned its glowing eyes on me. With a cry, I drove the steel into its chest. The wolf froze, shuddered, and then crumbled into ash at my feet.

Alden, Jax, Theron, and Rowan stepped out, forming a loose semicircle a few paces back. My brothers. My maybe‑mates. My war. “They sold an omega,” I thought again, fingers curling on the cold stone. “They’ll face a princess.” And not just any princess. One with a curse, a mark, and six wolves at her back who refused to call her property. Bloodthorn had drawn their line. We’d drawn ours. The horizon between them glowed, faint and dangerous, under the watchful eye of a moon that had seen worse and would see worse again.

“No. The Shadow Throne—it’s power. It’s destiny. That’s what they said.” The colossal wolf threw back its head and laughed. The sound was broken glass and storms. “They told you it was a crown. They lied. It is a grave. Every Onyx wolf before you has not ruled—they have rotted here, consumed piece by piece, feeding the Throne’s hunger. The throne is not your weapon, child. It is your cage.” The words struck like knives. Serena staggered, bile burning her throat. She thought of her father—of his eyes, always tired, always haunted. She thought of the stories of her bloodline—wolves of fire and shadow, rising and falling too soon.

However, if Alectrona violates the law and orders once again, the moon goddess needs to protect her creations. I nodded at the wolf, holding a big horn. He immediately obeyed and blew it, creating a loud ear-piercing sound. The sound of loyalty and dominance. The cries of my kingdom at Shadow Rock. The uproar of my wolves. The rage in Thorin's eyes. The sound of Jaque's voice echoed in the air. The big horn was lifted, signaling our warriors to prepare. Two warriors raised our flags higher, a symbol of our unity and loyalty.

Thorne’s team moved like ghosts through the pines thirty wolves in shifted form, fur blending with shadows, paws silent on the needle strewn ground. Thorne’s POV Thorne led the point, massive gray wolf with black markings, ears pricked for any sound. The wind favored them carrying their scent away from the camp.They reached the overgrown logging road Elara had been right. Vines and saplings choked it, but it was passable. Seline’s scouts had cleared a narrow path earlier.The camp came into view below a ridge flickering firelight, crude tents in a loose circle, wolves laughing around central flames, passing bottles. Sentries lounged more than patrolled.Thorne signaled a low chuff.Team one pee

"The stewards of the wolf-soul. The keepers of the hierarchy. See how quickly their silver turns to lead when the night finally finds them." To my left, Alpha Thorne let out a roar of defiance. He was a man of the Sun, a high-ranking Alpha who had never known a defeat he couldn't buy or bury. He swung his massive silver blade, the enchanted metal glowing with a blinding white light. He lunged for Selene, a golden lion trying to tear the throat out of the winter. "Die, you freak!" Thorne bellowed.