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

It demanded her ascension. —THE ASCENSION Her body lifted from the floor. The mark on her back split open, revealing golden wings of flame—ancient, ethereal, burning with the power of the First Queen. Raven screamed. Tried to run. But Ava raised her hand—and fire consumed her blade. “This ends now.” She brought the flames down. The entire fortress exploded in light. —AFTERMATH When the dust cleared, Lucien and Cassian found her standing in the center of the ruined throne room—bleeding, burned, but alive.

The rarest, most precious kind. She was using her own life force to save me. "Is it enough? If it's not enough, you can have it all..." Her voice grew weaker, but the silver light grew brighter. I watched as young Isla's face went deathly pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She was burning herself out. "Isla!" another voice called out in the memory. Seraphina ran into the clearing. "Are you crazy? You'll die!" "I can't let him die," Isla's voice was firm. "I love him."

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.

He made his way to the throne room, as he was too enraged to risk frightening his mate. As Rex sat on the throne, flames engulfed the throne room. The throne was engulfed in flames. Instead of his dragon, Rex was sitting on the throne, spewing fire. It was only a matter of time before the fire engulfed his entire body. He desired to murder Alex, yet murdering him would be more akin to showing him mercy. He desired to punish him severely, but in the end, it was Reina’s decision. Rex’s emotional fire was out of control. He was in tears. His tears were fiery.

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.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

And I can no longer retreat. I place my hands on the bedposts, looming over her without touching. — You want the fire, Tara? — I'm made of it. I stare at her. Long. Then I step back. I breathe. Slowly. — Fine, I breathe. Reign. But remember: when the throne burns, it spares no one. I take my jacket, without looking at her. I leave her there, in the cold light of the balcony, proud and still, a silhouette of steel and silk.