What Chapter Is The Throne Scene In Iron Flame Novels & Stories

Her bodyguards swarmed me, a flurry of fists and boots coming at me from all sides. I fought back with all my might, but against those muscular men, I was overwhelmed and forced to the ground. I curled up, doing my best to shield myself. Nicole let out a piercing scream and threw herself over me, her small body trying to fend off the blows meant for me. I called out to her weakly, unable to push her away. Desperate, I managed to roll over, pulling Nicole underneath me to protect her. I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away.

“This… this is not written in any of our scrolls.” Zyn frowns, glancing between me and the Chalice. “The rite was to confirm her dominion over the flame. It has reacted to something incomplete.” “Incomplete?” I echo, my voice hoarse. The fire shifts again, forming images in its flickers: a two-headed beast. A blade shattered in two and a throne split by shadow. My knees buckle. I fall to one. “She is not alone,” Maelis murmurs. “She cannot reign alone.”

“She’s in pain” “She’s being tested!” Lucien snapped. “This place was designed to awaken the heir. If you interfere, you could kill her.” Kael growled low but stayed back. Aria writhed on the ground, visions flashing behind her closed eyes. Fire. Screams. A woman with violet eyes and silver claws standing on a throne of ash. “You are not only Luna. You are the Flameborn. The one who must choose.” She saw wolves bowing. Others are burning. A kingdom broken in two.

Staring down at my hands, at the weapons responsible for not one but two of my friend’s deaths, I noticed how red they were—like they had been sunburnt. With a quiet whoosh, the flame that surrounded me sputtered out. I stared at his sisters, just as they stared at me. That is, until the burning flakes of the magical spell placed on this throne room and perhaps the entire kingdom began raining down around us, drifting through the air like chunks of decaying ash. The outline of a doorway forming in the air couldn’t draw my attention, and neither could the slow thud of a dying heart as it pounded in my ears.

They all have to die at my hands. 'Baby?' I tried to talk to Cora, but there was still no answer. 'Father? Mother?' 'There must be a magic portal near them. That's why we can't communicate through the mind link,' Ryder said, reminding me of that damn thing. I quickened my pace, eager to see how Cora was doing. I passed through the flames that burned the plants and trees before me. Only then did I see the enemies repelling the Royal Blue Pack troops. Garrett was in front of them.

Kael—unmoving, quiet—watched with eyes sharp behind his mask. Priam spoke again, “Princess Alessia. Step forward.” Alessia took a slow, steady step. “Yes, Father?” “Begin with Ignis.” The Emperor stated. Her breath hitched again. Already? She looked at the Ignis altar—a stone pillar with swirling red patterns, glowing like embers. A faint pulse of heat radiated from it. Priam spoke coldly. “Summon flame.” Alessia inhaled. Kael’s voice echoed in her mind, ‘Confidence, alm, warmth not fear.’

I pulled the lever. A shockwave surged through the chamber, and the flames recoiled violently, forming a swirling vortex that rose to the ceiling. The heat was suffocating, yet exhilarating. The platform trembled. The walls seemed to pulse. I felt every heartbeat, every breath, every decision crystallized into one singular, terrifying moment. Then… silence. The flames receded slightly, forming a safe circle around us. The vortex collapsed, and the chamber was illuminated only by the glow of residual fire. She stood on her throne, still, arms folded, eyes studying us with a mixture of admiration and challenge.

“If I had literally anything flammable or explosive—” “You don’t,” Corin snaps flatly, back to the wall, blade useless without space. But her eyes flick to Seren. Always to Seren. Seren sits cross-legged on the dungeon floor, unbothered by chains, eyes unfocused. She sways slightly, like she’s listening to music no one else can hear. “The flame bends,” she murmurs dreamily. “The shadow coils. One queen breaks the world, one burns it clean.” I freeze. “What did you say?” I demand.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

The woman was bound to the throne centuries ago. Alive. Her silver eyes swept slowly across the chamber before finally settling on me. And the moment she looked at me……. the throne pulsed again. A violent surge exploded through my chest hard enough that I staggered backward into Kael. Images flooded my mind instantly. Blood covering white stone. A crown breaking apart beneath moonlight. A man was screaming while the mountain collapsed around him. And her. Standing before the throne with silver fire burning beneath her skin while thousands died outside the kingdom walls.