Throne War Novels & Stories

The war over the throne had started. —--

the lady added. What she just said were all but facts. Although Tristan, like the other ordinary citizens, are not at all oblivious of the current war happening between the beasts and humans outside the country, they never expect it to be currently at the extent wherein it is deemed as a security crisis for the foreign lands. Even so, the count of such cases in Londevé is kept at minimum due to the competence of the Noble Paladins and with the aid of the Queen Regent herself. To sum it up, their safety was never threatened at the very least.

And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone could have killed king Orrin. And all that we know, we can't do anything about it yet, until the end of the competition of Gods, to attain a new king to the throne. Such a competition that hasn't been held in the last thousand years. And such a competition which will begin from the 3rd day after king Orrin 's ceremonial burial. "Alec," My head snaps away from my journal to the voice calling my name. Odell stands at the open door, with two hands into the white suit trouser he is wearing.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

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.

“Always. I’m not going anywhere.” We kept walking. The courtyard felt peaceful for a second. Then footsteps sounded behind us. Heavy and many and Jacob stopped fast. He pushed the baby and me behind him. His body tensed. The warriors poured from the side halls. Dozens of them. They blocked every exit with swords in their hands and hard faces. Thorn stepped out from the main doors. His face looked angry and his black robes were wrinkled. His crown was gone. “You think you can take my mate and my heir?” he said. His voice carried across the courtyard. “Fight me. One on one. Winner claims everything.”

But the warehouse was empty now, cleaned, nothing remaining of the violence that had occurred there. Except for a message spray-painted across the wall in blood-red letters: **"THE KING WILL FALL. THE THRONE AWAITS A STRONGER HAND."** The room went silent. "When was this done?" Dante's voice was dangerously quiet. "Sometime in the last three hours. After we cleaned the site." Massimo switched to another camera angle. "But that's not all. Look at this."

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

To him, unlocking my legs posed no threat at all. “Alright… Annelise, you’re such a siren…” He eagerly took out the key. With the sound of metal, the restraints on my legs were unlocked. He tossed the chains aside, then leaned down impatiently, his hands moving greedily along my thighs. The moment he lowered his head toward my waist, my legs snapped up. They locked tightly around his neck. Lorenzo let out a cry, and he instinctively struggled. However, the strength I had built through years of fighting was not something a man weakened by indulgence could resist.