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The Howling Throne
The Howling Throne
Penulis: Author Amstel

Chapter 1: A Kingdom in Ashes

Penulis: Author Amstel
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-12-16 21:34:27

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 court, I respected him.

That respect brought me to Silverfang Keep tonight.

I wasn’t here as an invited guest, nor as a challenger seeking glory. I was here because the scent of wolfsbane had led me to this place—a scent that always spelled death in our world.

And death was waiting for me when I found Alaric’s chambers.

The Keep was eerily quiet as I crept through the stone corridors, my senses on high alert. Moonlight streamed through narrow windows, casting pale beams across the cold floors.

I wasn’t supposed to be here. The packs didn’t tolerate lone wolves, and even the most neutral of spaces were dangerous for someone like me. But something about the silence of the Keep felt off.

Then I smelled it again: wolfsbane.

The scent was faint, but unmistakable. It clung to the air like a warning, leading me toward the heart of the Keep.

Alaric’s chambers were heavily guarded—at least, they should have been. But as I approached, I found the hall empty, the doors slightly ajar.

My stomach churned.

I stepped inside cautiously, my claws extended in case of a trap. The room was grand but spartan, much like the wolf who had ruled from it. A massive wooden table dominated the space, its surface cluttered with maps and letters.

And there, slumped in a chair by the hearth, was Alaric.

I knew he was dead the moment I saw him.

His skin was pale, his body unnaturally still. A goblet lay overturned on the table beside him, its contents staining the wood a dark red. But it wasn’t wine.

The wolfsbane scent was strongest here, mingling with the metallic tang of blood.

For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the man who had once been the strongest wolf in the land. Alaric wasn’t just an alpha—he was the alpha. His strength, both physical and political, had kept the packs from falling into chaos.

And now he was gone.

I took a step closer, my instincts screaming at me to leave. Whoever had killed Alaric was powerful enough to get past his guards, and they could still be nearby. But something about the scene felt unfinished.

That’s when I noticed the scratches on the table.

At first, I thought they were accidental—claw marks from some careless gesture. But as I leaned closer, I saw the pattern. The marks formed letters, a message hastily carved into the wood:

Find The Crown.

The words sent a chill through me.

The Crown was more legend than fact—a relic from the earliest days of the packs. Stories claimed it held immense power, but Alaric had hidden it long ago, warning that no wolf should ever wield it.

If someone had killed him for it…

A sudden noise snapped me out of my thoughts.

Footsteps echoed in the hall, growing louder with each passing second. I moved quickly, slipping into the shadows near the far wall. My heart pounded as the footsteps stopped just outside the door.

The scent of unfamiliar wolves filled the air—at least three of them, judging by the varying cadences of their breathing.

“He’s dead,” a deep voice said, laced with grim satisfaction.

“Are we sure it was her?” another asked, his tone skeptical.

“It doesn’t matter,” the first replied. “The alphas will be at each other’s throats soon enough. No one will care who killed him once the blood starts spilling.”

Their words confirmed my worst fears. Alaric’s death wasn’t just a tragedy—it was a spark. And the packs were dry tinder, waiting to ignite.

I held my breath as the wolves entered the room, their movements cautious but purposeful. They didn’t notice me, their attention focused entirely on Alaric’s body.

“We need to report this,” one of them said, his voice tense.

The deep-voiced wolf chuckled. “Report it? This is the opportunity we’ve been waiting for. Let them tear each other apart. We’ll pick up the pieces when it’s over.”

Their conversation faded as they left the room, their footsteps retreating down the hall. I waited until the silence returned before stepping out of the shadows.

My mind raced as I slipped back into the night, retracing my steps through the Keep’s labyrinthine corridors.

Alaric’s death was no accident, and whoever was behind it had done more than kill a king—they had set the packs on a collision course. The Crown was at the center of it all, and if someone found it before I did, the consequences would be catastrophic.

But why had Alaric left the message for me?

I wasn’t an alpha. I wasn’t even part of a pack. I was a nobody—a lone wolf who had spent years avoiding the power struggles of our kind. And yet, his final words had drawn me into a game I didn’t want to play.

As I reached the edge of the forest, I glanced back at the Keep. The wolves inside were already sharpening their claws, preparing for the battles to come.

But strength wouldn’t decide this war.

I didn’t know what role I was meant to play, but one thing was clear: the path ahead was shrouded in shadows, and the stakes were higher than I’d ever imagined.

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  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 3: Shadowed Paths

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  • The Howling Throne    Chapter 4: The Shadowed Paths

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  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 5: Shadows of the Past

    The road to the Shadowlands was fraught with dangers. Every step closer felt like diving deeper into the unknown, where the air grew heavier and the shadows seemed to stretch endlessly. Sienna and I moved swiftly, keeping our pace brisk but cautious. The map was our lifeline now, the cryptic markings our only guide to the Crown. We had barely covered half the distance when the faint scent of smoke reached my nose. I halted, holding up a hand to stop Sienna. “You smell that?” I asked. She nodded, her senses as sharp as mine. “Someone’s nearby.” We crept forward, staying low and hidden within the thick brush. As we rounded a bend, the source of the smoke became clear—a small campfire flickering amidst the trees. Two figures sat near the fire, their voices low but distinct. One was a burly man with a thick beard and a scar running down the side of his face. The other was a lean woman with fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her eyes. ---Sienna nudged me, her voice bare

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  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 6: Phantoms in the Dark

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  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 7: Echoes of the Lost

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  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 8: The Shadow's Claim

    The silence didn’t last. It shattered like glass as the agony in my veins turned into something else—something alive. My body trembled as waves of cold fire rippled beneath my skin, every nerve burning with raw energy. I gasped, but no sound escaped. I wasn’t in the ruins anymore. Not really.Darkness swallowed the world around me. No walls. No ceiling. Just an endless void, stretching into infinity. And at its center stood a figure.It wasn’t my mother this time.It was me.Or something wearing my form.The other Elior watched me with eyes like frozen embers, his lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. When he spoke, his voice was mine—but richer, deeper, carrying the weight of something ancient.“Finally awake, are we?” he murmured. “Took you long enough.”I staggered forward, my limbs sluggish as if I were moving through water. “What is this?”He tilted his head. “A beginning.”Before I could speak, the void shuddered, and I was falling. The darkness rushed past me,

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  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 9: The Price of Power

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  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 59: The Price of Rebirth

    The Hollow Realm trembled.The jagged ground beneath Elior’s feet cracked further, pieces of stone breaking away into the abyss below. The fractured sky above twisted, dawn and night swirling like an unsteady reflection in shattered glass. The throne loomed behind him, an ancient, unfinished thing waiting for its new ruler.And Sienna stood before him, power crackling at her fingertips, her silver eyes unreadable.“I won’t let you take the throne,” she said.Rael’s sword was already in his hands, but Myrra placed a hand on his shoulder, silently urging caution. Bram stood rigid, gripping his greatsword, his muscles tense with restrained fury.Elior stepped forward. “Sienna, this isn’t the way.”She shook her head, a bitter smile playing on her lips. “Isn’t it? Look at this place, Elior. It’s broken, just like our world. The Crowns were never meant to exist, and yet we fought for them. Killed for them. And for what?”“To free the world from Erythos,” Myrra said.Sienna’s expression dar

  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 58: The Fractured Throne

    Elior’s breath came shallow as he stared at Sienna, standing against the fractured backdrop of the Hollow Realm. The power emanating from her was suffocating, pressing against his skin like a storm about to break. Her silver eyes gleamed, not with malice, but with something far more dangerous: certainty.“Sienna,” he said carefully, gripping his sword. “What have you done?”She tilted her head slightly, as if surprised by the question. “I’ve accepted the truth.” Her voice was calm, unwavering. “The world as we knew it is gone. The Crowns were never salvation. They were shackles. Now, we have the chance to build something new.”Rael stepped forward, his knuckles white around the hilt of his sword. “And what exactly do you mean by ‘we’? You abandoned us.”Sienna let out a quiet sigh. “You think too small, Rael. This isn’t about us. This is about what comes next.” She turned her gaze to the ruined throne behind them. “The Hollow Realm exists because the world was built on a flawed founda

  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 57: A Choice

    Elior kept his grip firm on his sword as they trudged through the Hollow Realm. The fractured sky above them shifted unpredictably, dawn and dusk colliding in strange, swirling mosaics of light. The ground beneath their feet was unsteady, floating shards of stone and earth reforming with each step. Every breath felt heavy, laden with the remnants of magic that had been torn apart.No one spoke for a while. Even Bram, usually quick to fill silence with his dry humor, kept his eyes scanning the horizon warily. Myrra walked with purpose, but Elior could see the way her fingers twitched over her staff, her grip uncertain. Rael, his expression tight, kept glancing over his shoulder, as if expecting something, or someone, to appear.Elior exhaled sharply. "We need to figure out what this path of the First actually means."Myrra nodded. "The First King was the only one who ever spoke of destroying the Throne. If this place exists because we broke the Crowns, maybe he knew what would happen a

  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 56: Echoes of the Broken World

    Elior gasped as he awoke, choking on dust and the taste of iron. His entire body ached as if he had been torn apart and pieced back together in a way that no longer fit. The air around him was thick with silence, an unnatural, suffocating quiet that made his skin crawl.Where was he?He forced his eyes open. The sky above him was wrong. It wasn’t the deep, endless blue he had known, nor was it the swirling darkness that had heralded Erythos’s return. Instead, it was fractured, shattered into shifting plates of sky, some showing the golden glow of dawn, others the eerie, endless black of night. It was as if the heavens themselves had splintered, caught between worlds.Elior pushed himself up, wincing as his muscles protested. The Hall of Kings was gone. In its place was an expanse of jagged rock and floating debris, pieces of stone and earth suspended midair as if gravity itself had forgotten its purpose. The air smelled of burnt magic, sharp and electric.His mind raced. The Crown had

  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 55: Fractured Fate

    Elior’s heart pounded as Erythos’s words settled over them like a shroud. Destroy the Crowns, and Erythos would fall, but so would the world they were trying to save.Silence stretched in the Hall of Kings, heavy with the weight of the impossible choice before them. The flickering torchlight cast deep shadows across the ancient stone, twisting the unreadable expressions on his companions' faces.Bram was the first to break the silence. “There has to be another way,” he said, voice rough with exhaustion. He was still gripping his greatsword, but the force of Erythos’s attack had left his arm trembling. “Some way to bind him again.”Myrra, her eyes locked on the inscriptions at the altar’s base, shook her head. “The Veil is broken. We can’t undo that.” She turned to Elior, her gaze intense. “But we still have the Crowns. If we act now, we control what happens next.”Sienna stood apart from the group, her face unreadable. “Destroying the Crowns would collapse the very forces holding the

  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 54: The Howl of Shadows

    The first clash of steel shattered the silence. Elior barely had time to parry as the scarred man lunged, his curved blade a blur of motion. Sparks flew as their swords met, and the force of the impact sent tremors up Elior’s arms.Behind him, the others had already engaged the Forgotten Hand. Myrra struck first, slamming her staff into the ground. A ripple of force sent one of their enemies stumbling, but another darted in, daggers flashing. She twisted away, deflecting the strike with a muttered incantation.Sienna danced through the fray, knives glinting like fangs in the firelight. She moved with deadly precision, slashing a robed figure across the thigh before pivoting to hurl a dagger into another’s throat. A choked gurgle, and the assassin collapsed.Bram fought like a battering ram, plowing through opponents with sheer brute force. His greatsword cleaved through the air, scattering foes like brittle kindling.Rael fought at his side, his movements swift but methodical. Unlike

  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 53: The Shattered Veil

    The silence after the explosion of power was suffocating. Elior forced himself to stand, his limbs heavy with the weight of what had just happened. The key was gone. The Veil was broken. And Erythos,No. Not yet. But soon.The sky overhead still churned, a swirl of distorted stars and inky voids where the heavens had been torn asunder. Myrra gripped her staff tightly, her knuckles white. Bram groaned from where he had landed, shaking debris from his shoulders.Sienna was the first to move toward the shattered pedestal. The woman in the dark robes, the one who had touched the key, was gone. Vanished. Either swallowed by the surge of magic or transported elsewhere by its power. But her words remained, echoing in the space Erythos would soon claim.Elior clenched his fists. "We need to get back to Dawnfire. Now."Rael, still breathing hard, nodded. "If the Veil has been broken, the council needs to know. They need to start preparing."They mounted their horses without hesitation, spurrin

  • The Howling Throne   Chapter 52: The Key to the Veil

    The pulse of shadow had barely faded before Elior broke into a run. The others followed, the weight of their discovery pressing them forward, their footsteps quick against the stone streets of Dawnfire. The sky above them still rippled from the disturbance, the stars quivering as if the heavens themselves were recoiling from what had just transpired.Myrra kept close to Elior’s side, her breath quickened. "We need to find out what that was.""We already know," Sienna said grimly. "The Veil is breaking. That was its cry."Elior tightened his grip around the Second Crown, his mind racing. The Hall of Kings had given them an answer, but not a solution. The First King had locked something away with the Crowns, but the key. The key was still missing.No. Not missing. Stolen."The Forgotten Hand took the key," he muttered. "Back in Dawnfire. They knew before we did. They’ve had it all this time."Rael exhaled sharply. "And now, they're using it."Bram cursed under his breath. "Then we need

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