Throne War Novels & Stories

“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.

Anrina was strapped tightly to the interrogation chair. "Leon! I was the one who helped you take the throne! You can't do this to me!" Leon crouched in front of her and slowly flipped open the diary, holding each page up for her to see. "You helped me? "You stole her achievements. And you got her, and my child was killed." Anrina instantly collapsed to her knees, smashing her forehead against the floor as she begged for mercy. Leon leaned against the wall and watched in silence, his face completely unreadable.

"Half the packs see her as a savior, the other half see her as a threat. Either way, they're not going to leave her alone." "They will if I make them." The threat in my voice is clear. "Ryder." Jolie's eyes flutter open. "Stop threatening people." "You're supposed to be resting." I move to her side. "Hard to rest when you're planning violence in my medical room." She struggles to sit up. "What happened to the army?" "Gone," Knox reports. "Thorne's dead, his pack scattered, the alliance collapsed. You won the war in under five minutes."

Bryan had enough land, but he always craved more. I agreed with my father. With a baby on the way, there was no need to start a war. My dad said he’d speak with Prince first to see if he would agree to a meeting, then call Bryan. “I have a suggestion: an invitation for you and Luara to come to my territory. The Stone Warriors Pack and the Storm Warriors Pack will be attending on Saturday. I thought it would be good to discuss your plans. With a baby on the way, Bryan, is it worth causing a war over Prince’s territory?”

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

He is the worst. The witch king enters and immediately casts a spell, moving Thorne away from me. "You will take your hands off my lady" The witch queen and I both turn towards him. The same expression. "Counter proposition. You become my mistress, providing you with a new home and all you desire" His hippy hand caresses my face. If I wasn't in cuffs I'd rip his heart out. Fuck peace. Thorne may have his hands bound but that won't stop him. He lunges forward biting the witch king. Tearing the flesh off of his neck and spitting it at his feet. "MINE" he roars. The Witch King, Screams and collapses to the ground.

"I don't care about the cost! I want her dead! I want the Icarus code!" The war was no longer about stones or fashion. It was about survival. And Liora Thorne had just shown the world that she was the ultimate survivor. END OF CHAPTER 13....

A wave of silver energy deflected it, but the effort left him gasping. Lucien felt it through the bond and roared louder, fighting harder to reach safer ground. “Hold on, little mate. We end this together.” The clash raged on, blood soaking the valley grass. Loyal forces pushed back, but Rowan’s numbers pressed relentlessly. In the chaos, Caelan caught a glimpse of Rowan breaking through a gap, eyes locked on him with deadly intent. The war for the throne had ignited fully. The forbidden mate’s power echoed across the battlefield like a call from forgotten kings.

She would come home and asks me to confess to what I had done but I would refuse to her demands. "For the last time jane stop this and tell Simran that you were behind all t...." "Excuse me do you actually think that I will tell her that" "Janet, am only asking you to do what is right" "No Tara I won't and you know what you are supporting Simran instead of me But Why?" "I just want things to go well jane" "Wait...things to go well?Are you blind? How can it go well when you see two girls fighting for a guy that they both love"