What Chapter Is The Throne Scene In Iron Flame Mga Nobela at Kwento

Blood and Fire The air was so hot that it was hard to breathe. Every breath hurt like glass being broken in my throat. The throne hall was on fire, and the cracked walls were painted a fiery red. In the middle of it all, she stood. In the wind, her hair waved around her like a flag, and her eyes were too bright to look at for long. It was almost painful how the light was shining through her skin. "Elara," I rasped as I stepped forward, even though I had a deep cut on my side. It hurt that hot blood was running down my ribs, but I didn't care. "Stop this right now."

“No—no, no—Erevan—something’s wrong—something’s wrong—” He grabbed her hands, forcing their palms together. His shadows wrapped around their skin, trying to anchor her—but they slipped through her light like water through fingers. Her heart hammered painfully. “Erevan—help me—my light—my magic—it’s—” He pulled her against him, voice raw with terror. “It’s not you,” he said fiercely. “It’s the throne.” Aria’s vision blurred. Her light continued unraveling. Thread by thread. Erevan looked up at the throne—voice cracking with rage.

"Your gender should never be a hindrance, Amia. It's a strength. And those who can't see that are fools." I felt a surge of determination at his words, and I straightened my shoulders. "You're right, Thorne. I won't let this stop me. I'll continue to be the shining star you described, no matter what challenges come our way." Thorne's eyes held mine for a long moment, and I felt a connection between us—a shared understanding of the world's injustices and a mutual desire to protect what was right. Without warning, Thorne closed the distance between us, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. My heart stuttered in my chest, and I felt a rush of emotions—gratitude, admiration, and something more

“You will rise. You have to take revenge for your mother.” “No! I don’t want this!” I screamed. The ground cracked beneath me. Flames erupted from the ground, erupting into the sky. And in the heart of the fire, I saw it, a throne. “MY QUEEN.” The voice roared through me. And I fell into darkness so complete I thought I’d died. . I woke with a scream, my throat raw, my body drenched in sweat. The room was dark, the only light the silver glow of the moon coming through the window.

* The Queen’s Chamber * The chamber was vast and cold, lit only by pale strings of light from the high stained windows. Silver runes traced the stone walls. A chill ran down Crystal’s spine as she stepped forward alone. Queen Elira sat upon a high-backed silver throne, veiled in shining silk. Her posture, elegant. Power radiated from her but it felt... wrong. Not like Ryder. “My Queen” Crystal greeted respectfully, bowing her head. Elira’s lips curved in a faint smile. “So you are the Flame of Prophecy. The Moon’s Daughter. Come closer, child"

I blast another stream of fire at the king and light my hand with fire, holding the chancellor while he burns and watching as the king falls to his knees, screaming in agony as the earth settles around us again. I drop the chancellor’s body when he stops fighting and I watch as Merellien walks through the burning fire to where King Folwin was sitting when we walked in. He sits in the chair and turns to me. “Now, fire dragon, come ride your new king.” I strip off my clothes and do what my rider commands.

The script wrote itself as we watched, ink blooming across the yellowed parchment like spilled wine. And then it spoke. Not out loud, but straight into my damn bones. When blood of god and shadow meet, A star shall burn where none should be. The center born of ruin and flame, Will wear the title others shame. Bound by four with threads divine, They’ll stitch the veil and bend all time. The pentacle shall rise once more, To break the chains the gods once wore. With ash and fire and sacred breath, She walks the path of life through death. She’ll bring the lost, the damned, the old,

I leaned closer to Seraphina, my voice soft enough to terrify her. “Enjoy your borrowed throne,” I murmured. “I’ll be reclaiming mine.” Her pupils dilated. Kael grabbed her hand. “This conversation is over.” “For you,” I agreed. “It’s just beginning.” I turned away, letting my heels echo against marble. Behind me, the Thornbrooks raged. The Valecrests whispered. The crowd watched—no longer amused. They felt it now. The shift. Fire doesn’t beg. It waits. And then it burns.

RAVEN Every instinct inside me screamed to run but my body wouldn’t move. I stood frozen in the center of the throne room while the woman wearing my face watched me from the throne like she had all the time in the world. The silver flames lining the walls flickered strangely around her. Not normal fire. They bent toward her slightly like even the flames recognized who she was or what she was. My pulse hammered violently against my ribs. “No,” I whispered again. The woman tilted her head slowly.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.