Throne War Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

Like two soldiers fighting a war that began before humanity existed. Elara noticed Evelyn watching. "The Warden is protecting something." "What?" The old woman looked toward the black palace. "The same thing the Gatewalker wants." "The throne." She nodded. "The Heart Throne." The name felt heavy. Ancient. Like it carried thousands of years of history. Rowan looked toward the palace again. His expression changed. Just for a second. But Evelyn noticed. She had been trained to notice small movements. A hesitation. A shift in breathing. A look that lasted too long.