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The Howling Throne
Last Updated : 2025-02-24
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In a world of werewolf clans divided by fierce loyalties and blood feuds, an ancient artifact known as The Crown holds the promise of ultimate power. Whispers of the prophecy drive packs into chaos, each vying to place their leader on the throne. As betrayals deepen and alliances shift, the fate of the werewolf world lies in the hands of an unlikely hero—one who must rise above their doubts to reshape the destiny of their kind.
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The Howling Throne Chapter 22: The Blooded Path
The journey to Rael’s “place” was nothing short of brutal.Elior had expected trouble, but he hadn’t anticipated the way the land itself seemed to turn against them. The deeper they ventured into the northern woods, the more the air thickened, charged with something unseen yet undeniably present. Even the trees whispered—low, rustling murmurs that sounded too much like voices.“This place feels cursed,” Bram muttered, tightening his grip on the hilt of his dagger.Freya scanned their surroundings, her expression unreadable. “It’s not cursed. It’s old.”Sienna, who had been unnervingly quiet since they left the safehouse, finally spoke. “Old places tend to remember things.”Rael only smirked. “Exactly.”Elior’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t in the mood for Rael’s cryptic nonsense. “Where are you taking us?”Rael cast him a glance over his shoulder. “To someone who knows more about the Crown than any of us.”Elior narrowed his eyes. “And you didn’t think to mention this before?”Rael shrugge
Last Updated : 2025-02-24The Howling Throne Chapter 21: Echoes of the Crown
The air still crackled with lingering energy.Elior stood frozen, his heart slamming against his ribs. The Hollow Stalker had fallen, its massive form dissolving into tendrils of darkness that melted into the ground, leaving only a faint scorch where it had once stood. But the true battle—the one within—had only just begun.The Crown’s power still pulsed in his veins, a quiet whisper pressing against his mind. It had responded to him. Obeyed him. Or had it merely let him believe he was in control?The others hadn’t moved.Rael watched him with sharp, assessing eyes. Bram dusted himself off, still muttering curses under his breath. Sienna clutched her arms, avoiding his gaze. And Freya—she was the only one who stepped forward, her dagger still drawn, her blue eyes unreadable.“You shouldn’t have been able to do that,” she murmured.Elior exhaled sharply, forcing himself to step back, to feel the weight of his own body again. “I know.”Rael finally spoke, his voice cold. “The Crown’s po
Last Updated : 2025-02-24The Howling Throne Chapter 20: The Chains of Dominion
The moment Elior embraced the Crown’s power, everything changed.The forest, the battle, the fear—none of it mattered. All he could feel was the raw, electric energy coursing through him. It pulsed like a second heartbeat, filling the space around him with silver light. The air crackled as if the very world was reacting to the force he had unleashed.The Hollow Stalker snarled. For the first time, there was hesitation in its movements. The runes on its massive body pulsed erratically, reacting to Elior’s power.It recognized him.That thought sent a cold shiver through Elior’s spine, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. The beast lunged again, its massive claws slicing through the air.Elior moved instinctively. His enhanced speed carried him forward, his blade glowing with the same eerie energy that hummed beneath his skin. He swung—not to deflect, not to defend, but to strike.The blade met the Hollow Stalker’s thick hide, and the moment of impact sent a shockwave through the cle
Last Updated : 2025-02-24The Howling Throne Chapter 19 – The Mark of Kings
The forest was dead silent.No more growls. No more whispers in the wind.Only the echoes of Elior’s power remained, crackling in the air like a storm that had just passed but left destruction in its wake. The others hadn’t moved—not yet. They stood frozen, their expressions shifting between awe and unease.Sienna was the first to break the silence. “Elior…” Her voice was soft, hesitant.He barely heard her.His body still hummed with power, every nerve alight with the force he had just unleashed. The Crown had awakened—and it had answered him.Rael was watching him carefully, his silver eyes unreadable. “You felt it, didn’t you?”Elior clenched his jaw. “I controlled it.”Rael’s lips twitched, not quite a smirk. “Did you?”Elior exhaled sharply. He wanted to say yes, to claim that the power was his, that it had bent to his will and not the other way around. But something about Rael’s tone made him pause. Had he truly commanded the Crown? Or had it simply tested him, letting him belie
Last Updated : 2025-02-23The Howling Throne Chapter 18 – A Crown of Shadows
The world felt wrong.Elior could still feel the remnants of the strange power thrumming beneath his skin, something dark and ancient lingering in the air around him. The mist had thinned, but its presence clung to the trees like an unshakable omen. He exhaled sharply, willing his heartbeat to slow.He wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there, staring at the spot where his ghostly reflection had disappeared. The others were waiting—watching.Sienna’s golden eyes held an emotion he couldn’t quite place. Fear? Doubt? He didn’t blame her. What had just happened wasn’t natural.Bram shifted uneasily, gripping his sword. “Someone needs to start talking.”Rael’s silver gaze flicked between them before settling on Elior. “That wasn’t an illusion, was it?”Elior swallowed, his throat dry. “No.”A tense silence followed. The wind carried the scent of damp earth and blood, but something else tainted the air—something old.Freya stepped forward, her fingers still wrapped tightly around th
Last Updated : 2025-02-23The Howling Throne Chapter 17 – Echoes of the Past
Elior’s breath hitched as the words echoed through the mist-laden forest.Welcome home.It shouldn’t have been possible. That face—that voice—it belonged to a ghost, to someone long lost in the blood-soaked pages of his past. His pulse thundered as he stepped forward, drawn by something he couldn’t explain, couldn’t fight.Sienna grabbed his wrist. “Elior, don’t.”He barely heard her. The figure in the mist remained still, his features identical to Elior’s. The same sharp jawline, the same storm-gray eyes—except where Elior’s gaze carried the weight of battle and loss, this version of himself stared back with something else. A knowing. A certainty.Rael shifted beside him, one hand on his weapon. “That’s not you.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “It’s something pretending to be.”Elior swallowed hard. “Then why does he know me?”The other Elior—if that’s what it was—tilted his head slightly, the edges of his mouth curving into something that was almost a smile. “Because I am you,” he
Last Updated : 2025-02-23The Howling Throne Chapter 16: Her First Escape Attempt
Elior’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pressed a hand against his side, feeling the warmth of fresh blood seeping through his fingers. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t what unsettled him most. It was the silence that followed the battle—the eerie, suffocating quiet when death had claimed too many.Rael remained at his side, silver eyes flickering in the dim moonlight. “We need to move. Now.”Freya and Bram stood nearby, their weapons slick with blood. Sienna lingered at the treeline, her gaze darting to the path ahead. The Bloodfangs had retreated, but Elior knew they weren’t done hunting him. They never would be.“We can’t keep running,” Bram muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. “They’ll just keep coming.”Rael shot him a sharp look. “And what do you suggest? We wait until they rip us apart?”Elior barely heard them. His pulse thundered in his ears, whispers from the Crown slithering through his mind. The power was there, waiting. It had abandoned him once. Could he trust it aga
Last Updated : 2025-02-22The Howling Throne Chapter 15: Whispers of the Hollow
Darkness swallowed us whole.The entrance to the Temple of the Hollow was a gaping maw in the mountainside, its stone archway carved with symbols worn smooth by time. Mist curled around our feet as we stepped inside, the scent of damp earth and something ancient thick in the air.My breath came in shallow gasps. My muscles still ached from the climb, and the wound on my arm burned like fire. But I couldn’t stop moving. Not with the Revenant still shrieking somewhere in the distance.Rael led the way, their silver eyes gleaming in the dim torchlight. “Keep close,” they murmured. “This place is not as empty as it seems.”I didn’t doubt it.Sienna walked beside me, her expression unreadable. The encounter with the Revenant had shaken all of us, but her silence felt heavier. I wanted to ask her if she was all right, but the words stuck in my throat.Instead, Bram was the one to break the silence. “Well, this is nice. Just casually walking into an ancient, probably haunted death trap.” He
Last Updated : 2025-02-22The Howling Throne Chapter 14: The Path of Echoes
The wind howled through the mountain pass, biting through our cloaks like unseen claws. Dawn had barely touched the horizon when we set out, the remnants of sleep clinging to our limbs like chains. The Temple of the Hollow lay far beyond the valleys, nestled in the heart of a cursed land where even the most fearless hunters dared not tread.I walked at the front, my body sore, my mind heavier than ever. The weight of the Crown’s power still clung to me, whispering just beneath my skin. The voice I had heard during the battle echoed in my skull—The vessel must feed.I shivered.Sienna walked beside me, her keen eyes scanning the treeline. She hadn’t said much since we left the cave, but I felt her presence like an anchor, grounding me in a way I couldn’t explain.Bram grumbled behind us. “So let me get this straight—we’re heading to a cursed temple that no one has set foot in for centuries, where the last mad king to wear the Crown was buried, all based on a legend?”Rael didn’t even l
Last Updated : 2025-02-22
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Chapter 1: A Kingdom in Ashes
My name is Elior. By the standards of the packs, I’m nobody special. I don’t hail from a powerful bloodline, nor do I carry the weight of a prestigious family name. I’m a lone wolf, unaligned to any pack and free of the endless power struggles that define their lives. At least, that’s what I tell myself.For as long as I can remember, I’ve lived on the edges of their world—watching, listening, learning. I was born into a minor pack, one so small it barely registered in the grand hierarchy of our kind. When our territory was claimed by stronger wolves, I learned the hard way that survival didn’t favor the noble-hearted. Strength ruled, and anyone who couldn’t keep up was left to fade into obscurity.I’ve spent most of my life avoiding the packs’ games, but Alaric changed everything.He was different from the others—an alpha who ruled not with brute strength, but with cunning and vision. Under his reign, the packs had known something resembling peace. And while I stayed far from his cou...
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