Throne War Novels & Stories

"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....

The blood oath still loomed. And Damon Thorne had only just begun the next war for his legacy.

Some of them have been waiting years for an opportunity like that. An empty throne is an invitation for war.

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.

Their expressions all looked tense, with frowns furrowed and hardened jaws. "We need to start preparing because a major war seems inevitable," Father said. "Several kingdoms are experiencing crises simultaneously. The Eastern Kingdom is experiencing the massive civil war their land has ever seen. "The Southern Kingdom lost their next leader, who had been betrothed to the strongest Alpha in their kingdom. The man accused the King of doing it on purpose and threatened to remove him from his throne. The Western Kingdom is facing serious internal problems within its palace. I believe this is happening under the influence of outsiders," Father explained.

“This is the first fracture in the barrier. He’s already here, Kaïden. Inside your kingdom.” The council erupted into chaos—some shouting for blood, others calling for protective spells, a few insisting I be cast out before I “summoned more demons.” Kaïden raised his hand, demanding silence. His voice carried an iron authority. “Then we prepare for war.” I shivered, my flames whispering beneath my skin. War was coming, indeed. But something darker loomed at the edge of my vision. Thorne hadn’t just left us a warning. He’d given me an invitation.

“If I am to be their queen, I will bleed with them. Stand with them. Die with them, if fate demands.” Kaelen’s hand brushed hers, a fleeting touch hidden from the others. His eyes spoke what words could not: a plea for her to live, a vow to protect her even if it meant his own life. The war horns sounded before she could answer. A deep, guttural blast echoed across the valley, followed by the steady pound of war drums. Shadows moved in the torchlight as Thalric’s soldiers marched forward—rows upon rows, shields glinting, spears bristling like a forest of steel. Siege towers rolled across the field, monstrous wooden beasts pushed by sheer numbers, while catapults creaked into position.

The battlefield was seconds from devolving into bloodshed. And then the ground itself split open. With a thunderous crack, the earth beneath Serena trembled and tore. Black stone erupted upward, jagged and gleaming, forming into something vast and terrible. The shape rose higher and higher until it cast its shadow over the entire clearing. A throne. Carved from obsidian, veined with veins of glowing violet light. Half temple, half prison. The Shadow Throne. Serena stumbled back, but the shadows around her seized her wrists, pulling her forward. She struggled, heart pounding, but her own wolf’s voice whispered in her skull.

"One that serves the packs instead of ruling them!" Thorne twisted away, blood streaming from the wound. "You're starting a civil war!" "No." I stalked forward. "I'm ending one that's been going on in secret for decades. The war Varyn and his conspirators have been waging against anyone who threatened their power." Behind us, I heard more wolves pouring into the fortress. The seventeen Alphas fought with coordinated precision, their warriors working together like they'd trained for years instead of days. "Where is she?" I growled at Thorne. "Where is Aria?"