Throne 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

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.

Her last few words stayed with me: "Ethan, I love you and believe in you, and even if I had to come back to life a thousand times, I would choose you, and if we are ever reborn, come find me and know that I am always waiting for you. Those words hit me hard—and then she vanishes. The battlefield dissolves, and suddenly, I’m standing in the grand throne hall of the palace I used to call home. The golden walls shimmer in the sunlight, banners of Ether proudly hanging above the court. My father, King Gainos, is on his throne—strong and noble, his armor still showing the signs of battle. His crown shines like firelight, and next to him is my grandmother, Queen Dowager Lunice, regal and icy, her

"That's because I've already accepted he isn't any better than you. I would rather take my chances with you." ************************************************** The west wing was chaos. Gunfire cracked through the air, and the sharp scent of gunpowder and scorched stone filled her nose. Sergio’s guards were already engaged, exchanging bullets with masked intruders clad in black from head to toe. Rosana didn’t hesitate, her body acting on its own with ease as she moved closer to the battle ahead of her, Sergio just before her. She ducked into cover behind a collapsed marble column, raised her pistol, and fired twice. One man dropped and another went down after Sergio’s return fire snapped thr

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

“Is it true what’s on the news? That the black market was involved in Sir Dominic’s death? I can’t believe it! Demons!” Chaos and noise broke out in the conference room because of what they heard. The Knights didn’t know how to calm their allies down. “Who’s going to sit on the throne now? There will be war again if the new chairman is still missing in action! Our company sales will drop if the throne remains empty! A lot of people are also asking if Knights Empire is involved in the chaos happening!” Jacques glared at one of their board of directors. The man looked away and apologized.

“Your Highness, your father has always believed that forcing Moonhaven under our rule would only ignite unnecessary conflict. We must pick our battles wisely.” “And when do you suggest we act?” I challenge, my gaze sweeping the room. “When war is on our doorstep? When rogues are pouring into our lands unchecked?” Lord Thorne leans forward, his smirk widening. “With all due respect, Prince Caspian, you’re young. War isn’t a game. It’s not something to rush into because you’re eager to prove yourself.” I stiffen, my jaw tightening. “This isn’t about proving myself. This is about protecting our kingdom. Or do you not care about the safety of our people, Lord Thorne?”

This one didn’t knock. He appeared in the throne room in a flash of silver light and black smoke, dropping to one knee before us. He was old. Older than Darius. His robes were marked with symbols I didn’t recognize, and his eyes were pure white. “I am Magister Thorne of the Arcane Council,” he said, voice echoing in the chamber. “I come as the last neutral party before war begins. The other realms are mobilizing. They will not wait long.” He looked at Aria. Really looked, and his white eyes widened.

In one hand, she held a talon—blackened and cracked, the last remnant of the Kilimane warlord she had slain. She smiled. “Pitiful,” she whispered, echoing the word her kind loved so much. “He thought his roar could rival mine.” The talon crumbled to ash between her fingers, vanishing into a curl of flame before it ever kissed the floor. She raised her hand, unhurried, and rested it on the arm of her throne. The legendary Throne of Flames. Gold hissed beneath her touch yet never burned her.