Throne War Novels & Stories

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

“Your refusal to take a wife is spoiling every plan I have carefully orchestrated in the last six years.” “But Dad.. I'm not ready to take a wife. I'm yet to find my mate.” “Then do so immediately! As we speak now, the battle for the obsidian throne is in full gear and I cannot afford to lose.” “Oh! So that's what it is. My marriage would only be a tool for you to win with?” “Mark!” His eyes widened, now bloodshot. “Did I say something wrong, Dad?” “Get yourself a wife. You have only a month to do this else—”

And yet— In my previous life, when I was condemned, it was Alexander who rode from the northern border without rest, driving his horses to collapse beneath him. He arrived too late. He knelt before my coffin for three days and three nights, refusing food, refusing sleep. “I failed you,” he had whispered hoarsely. “I should have stopped this marriage, even if it meant defying the crown. I should have saved you.” I blinked away the memory. Beside Alexander stood the second prince, composed and detached. His mother had once been the King’s acknowledged mistress, and though he was raised within the palace, he understood the limits of his claim. He neither fought nor schemed. The throne was never

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.

"At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid." That wasn't good and I didn't know what to feel. Vampires and mermaids were sworn enemies, if the council found out then I was a sure goner. I wheezed. "Oh fuck." That wasn't me. It was Ralyne. And yeah she was right. Fuck.

“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.”

Some whispered, plotting, while others stared, unblinking, at the woman who had claimed the Crown. Finally, Thalene spoke, her voice low and tight with suppressed rage. “This… cannot stand. You will regret this defiance.” Zalindra’s Sapphire Flame roared upward, casting light across the hall, bathing the Elders in its azure brilliance. “No,” she said. “It cannot. It is over. The Hollow Crown is here, and its will is mine. You will not touch what I have sworn to protect. And you will see, if you value this city at all, that fighting me will be your ruin.”

It became royal. Not the kind of royal that wanted knees, crowns, or obedient titles. The kind that remembered children should never pay for the cowardice of adults. Otsana stepped beside me, gold mark blazing again, and I felt my sister’s fury join mine like two fires learning the same language. Conri lifted his sword toward Lobo, but the throne’s roots shifted beneath the field, reminding us that one war had become many. Ashina cried out near the ancient cradle, still trapped between the shadow wearing Maelor’s face and the child moving weakly inside her.