Throne War Novels & Stories

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

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

THE ONES WHO REMAINED. Emmy’s skin prickled. “Remained after what?” Images flashed across the opening. A throne. Not hers. Different. Silver. A woman sitting upon it. Chains connecting her to thousands of people. Then war. The throne shattered. Another world. Another throne. A child placed upon it. Another. A dragon-like creature chained beneath a city. Another. People kneeling before enormous doors. Another. A woman tearing a key from her own chest. World after world. Different species.

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.

“I know what you did. I know you burned them.” Rowan stepped into the small space between the shelves. He didn't look angry. He looked bored. He reached down and snatched the folder out of my grip. I tried to grab it back, but he shoved me down with one hand. “I did what I had to do to keep this pack alive,” Rowan said. “The Thornes were weak. They were obsessed with old magic and true bonds. They would have led us into a war we couldn't win.” “You murdered them!” I yelled. My voice sounded thin and pathetic.

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.

Terra fell down and collapse whilst Thrille felt the thirst even more. On the other hand, the kingdom of Glamidale heard of the report that the territory of Thornsfrost has collapsed. The royalties died and all of the men that lives in there. The magistrates calls for a discussion, the entire kingdoms are in chaos for their enemy has finally perished. The warriors are called out to inform everybody that the war shall be cancelled and they had gain the victory. Meanwhile, Sage Williams bitterly took a glimpse of the man who was standing before her. She could not do anything but to keep in silence while waiting for him to speak, her hands are in chain and she knows any moment she will be dead.