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The Howling Throne
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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 46: The Forgotten Jewel
Elior stared into the flames, his thoughts tangled in the weight of what they had just uncovered. The Forgotten Hand had taken the key.Erythos, if that was truly the name of the shadowed figure, had seen him. And the Veil had not simply been shattered by his actions alone.But amidst all these revelations, something gnawed at the edge of his mind, a thread they had abandoned somewhere along the way. Myrra had spoken of starting with what they knew. Perhaps it was time to consider what they had chosen to forget.Sienna was the first to voice it."We keep chasing the next clue, the next piece of the puzzle," she murmured, her gaze locked onto the fire. "But why did we begin this journey in the first place?"The question lingered between them, heavy, unspoken. Elior looked up, finding his companions watching him now, waiting. The realization settled in his gut like a stone.Bram exhaled sharply. "The Crown."Silence stretched. It was the one truth they had never spoken of outright, the
Last Updated : 2025-03-13The Howling Throne Chapter 45: The Weight of Shadows
The night was unnaturally quiet.Eldermoor’s ruins stretched around them, bathed in the silver glow of the twin moons. Crumbling walls stood like gravestones, remnants of a kingdom long forgotten. The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of damp stone, but the suffocating presence from below had not followed them.Not yet.Elior sat near the edge of a broken fountain, running his fingers over the jagged stone. His muscles still ached from the escape, and his mind hadn’t stopped racing since the moment they had surfaced. But there were no enemies here. No shifting shadows. No voices curling around his thoughts.For now, at least, they could breathe.Bram tossed a handful of firewood into the small pit they had made, his expression grim as he lit the flames. The fire crackled to life, its warmth chasing away the cold that clung to the ruins.No one spoke at first.The silence wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t empty either.Myrra sat with her back against a low wall, absently trac
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Howling Throne Chapter 44: The Echo of His Name
The ruins of Eldermoor trembled beneath them. Dust rained from the high stone vaults as a low, guttural rumble echoed through the underground archives, vibrating through Elior’s bones. Whatever had been disturbed, whatever had been named, was waking.“Move!” Elior barked.They turned and ran.The torches flickered violently, the air thickening with something unseen. Shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls, elongating, shifting. The deeper they had gone into the Obsidian Archives, the heavier the weight of the Veil’s remnants had pressed upon them. But now, it was lifting, like something had finally been let inside.Sienna ran ahead, her violet eyes wide, her breath sharp. She knew what was coming.Elior chased after her, the others close behind. The winding corridors of the archive twisted in unnatural ways, bookshelves seeming taller, the paths narrowing where they hadn’t before.“Something’s warping the space,” Myrra gasped, reaching out with her magic, her fingers glowing as
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Howling Throne Chapter 43: Beneath the Shattered Veil
The weight of Sienna’s words settled over Elior like a storm cloud, thick with the promise of something far worse than they had imagined. The Forgotten Hand. A name none of them knew, except for her.Elior took a slow breath, steadying himself. “Then tell me.”Sienna shook her head. “You don’t get it. There are things you don’t chase, Elior. Things you don’t dig up because you might not survive what you find.”His jaw tightened. “We don’t have the luxury of ignoring this.”Sienna let out a hollow laugh, void of humor. “You think you can fight them? You think they can be tracked down like any other enemy?” She stepped closer, voice lowering. “They don’t exist until they want to be seen. They don’t act until they’ve already won.”Elior refused to back down. “Then why are we still alive?”That gave her pause.Bram and Rael approached, their expressions dark with unspoken questions. Myrra lingered behind them, her golden eyes wary as she studied Sienna.“What now?” Bram asked. “Because I
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Howling Throne Chapter 42: Whispers of the Unseen
The weight of the Hollow Sanctum pressed down on them like a forgotten tomb. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, but beneath it, beneath the stillness, there was something else.A presence.Elior stood at the center of the chamber, his fingers tightening around the shard of the Veil. The power pulsing through it had led them here, but now that they had arrived, the path forward felt unclear.They had confirmed one truth: someone had been here before them.And whoever they were, they had taken something meant to remain hidden.Myrra knelt beside the pedestal, running her fingers over the deep grooves in the stone. “This wasn’t stolen in a hurry,” she murmured. “Whoever took it… they knew exactly what they were looking for.”Rael’s sharp gaze flicked toward the ground. “There are no footprints. No traces of movement. It’s like they walked through the dust without disturbing it.”Sienna exhaled, crossing her arms. “Or like they weren’t really here at all.”Bram scoffed. “
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Howling Throne Chapter 41: Threads of the Unseen
The wind was different now.Elior couldn’t explain it, but something about the air felt thinner, stretched like fabric worn too far. He exhaled, steadying himself, the shard of the Veil cool against his palm.They had spent too long questioning the return of Velibron. There was only one truth now, someone had weakened the Veil long before Elior struck it down.And they needed to find out who.“We need to move,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “We won’t find answers standing here.”Myrra nodded. “Where do we even start?”Elior turned the shard over in his hand, watching the silver veins pulse faintly. “We follow the traces of the Veil itself.”Sienna’s brow furrowed. “The Veil is gone.”“Not entirely,” Rael said, understanding dawning in his expression. “If this fragment still exists, then remnants of the Veil’s energy might too.”Myrra’s golden eyes lit up with realization. “And if we track those remnants, they could lead us to the ones who started unraveling it.”Bram let out
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Howling Throne Chapter 40 – A World Unraveling
The shard of the Veil pulsed in Elior’s grip, cold and ancient, its silver veins flickering like distant lightning. His breath was still unsteady, the memory of the woman’s final words lingering in his mind."Find the ones who shattered it."His fingers curled around the fragment as if tightening his hold on it would somehow force the answer to reveal itself. But before he could process the weight of her warning, a sharp intake of breath from Myrra shattered the silence.Her golden eyes were fixed on something behind him.Elior turned and his blood ran cold.There, embedded in the earth, was Velibron.It was unmistakable. The obsidian-black blade, streaked with veins of silver light, hummed with power. The very same weapon he had wielded against the Veil. The very same weapon that should not exist anymore.Rael took a cautious step forward, his grip tightening on the hilt of his own sword. “That’s not possible,” he muttered.“It shattered,” Sienna said, her voice unusually quiet.Myrr
Last Updated : 2025-03-12The Howling Throne Chapter 39 – The Fractured Veil
Silence held the forest in an iron grip. The woman’s presence felt like a weight pressing against Elior’s chest, a force that did not belong in the world he knew. The shard in her palm pulsed, its silver veins flickering like lightning trapped in glass.Elior forced his voice to remain steady. “If that’s the heart of the Veil, then why is it breaking?”The woman studied him, or at least he thought she did beneath the shadows of her hood. “Because it was never meant to last.”Myrra stepped forward, her golden eyes glowing. “That’s not an answer.”The woman turned slightly, her robes shifting like liquid midnight. “It is the only one I will give.”Elior’s patience thinned. “If the Veil collapses, what happens to everything inside it?”For the first time, the woman hesitated. It was barely a flicker, a pause in her stance, but Elior caught it. Whatever the truth was, she was weighing whether to say it aloud.Then she spoke.“It ceases.”The single word sent a chill down his spine.Rael s
Last Updated : 2025-03-11The Howling Throne Chapter 38 : A World Unraveling
The road away from Dawnfire was eerily silent. Even the wind had settled, leaving only the sound of their footsteps against the cracked earth. Elior’s shoulders were tense, his senses sharp as he led the group forward. The battle had ended, but something still felt… wrong.Myrra walked beside him, her golden eyes scanning the landscape. “The Veil hasn’t settled,” she muttered. “I can feel it shifting, like it’s searching for something.”Elior didn’t respond immediately. He felt it too, an unseen presence pressing against the edges of his awareness, watching. It was subtle, like a whisper in the back of his mind, but it was there.Bram grumbled as he adjusted the straps of his pack. “I don’t like this. It’s too quiet.”Rael, who had been walking ahead, suddenly halted. His hand went to his blade. “Something’s wrong.”Elior stilled. He didn’t hear anything unusual, but Rael’s instincts were rarely wrong. He raised a hand, signaling the others to stop.Then he heard it.A faint hum in th
Last Updated : 2025-03-10
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