Throne War Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Something that did not belong to this world. The howl faded, leaving silence heavy as death. And so the game was set—plans intact from both sides, the storm edging closer, while the mystery of Thorne’s encounter bled into the shadows of the night. The war was coming. And none would see what was truly waiting for them. —

"The games have begun." War was ordained. The devils of his own underworld had come to surround him, and payment on his wager with Arachne was to be in full. The war that would be its heritage would not only determine the fate of Thane's pack but uncover whether Arachne's shadows' plots and web of tyranny had increased all these years. The devastation that Thane had unleashed in avarice and starvation was now to strike a blow of ruin and bloodshed that would collapse the very supports of the world he inhabited.

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.

Dremis threatened his life before, he would probably do it again, if Dremis found out that Daniel was helping the girls. “You do realize, this is getting dangerous?” Daniel said chewing on some of his food. “Um yeah, that is why we ran,” Gabriela spoke before Abey could. She could see Abey was a little concerned about talking about this. “Look, Daniel, we can do this alone now, you should leave before you get hurt.” “Oh I don’t think so, you see this war started because of the two of you, not saying it is your fault. But your destinies have a part in this whole thing,” he said biting down again.

Spectators filled the stands in thousands—nobles, warriors, emissaries, and priests from all three empires. Solaris banners crackled with golden flames. Lunaris banners rippled like liquid silver. Noctis banners billowed like dark, living smoke. A gilded platform hovered above the center, holding the Three Thrones: —The Sun Throne of Solaris —The Moon Throne of Lunaris —The Night Throne of Noctis Three rulers sat there, watching. A ripple of whispers spread as Alessia stepped into the light. “There she is!” “The dual heir!” “The prophecy child!” “She looks so young!”

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

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.