All Chapters of The Howling Throne: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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

Myrra’s words hung in the air, thick with meaning. The chamber was deathly silent, save for the flickering torches casting jagged shadows across the stone walls. Where the first king fell.Elior’s pulse thrummed in his ears as he glanced at the others. Freya’s face was carefully neutral, but the sharp gleam in her eyes betrayed her thoughts—she was already analyzing this revelation, dissecting its possible meanings. Bram exhaled heavily, arms crossed over his chest in evident skepticism. Rael looked intrigued yet wary, while Sienna’s expression was unreadable. But her fingers twitched slightly, as if holding back a reaction.She knew something.Elior turned back to Myrra. “That place isn’t marked on any map.”Myrra’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “That depends on what kind of map you’re looking at.”Without another word, she strode toward the farthest wall of the chamber, her fingers brushing across the ancient glyphs carved into the stone. The air in the room shifted, thickening

The journey to Dawnfire was fraught with an eerie stillness, as if the land itself had been holding its breath for centuries. Elior and his companions moved cautiously, each footstep crunching softly against the dead leaves and brittle twigs that littered the forgotten path. The further they ventured, the more the air thickened, laced with something unseen yet undeniable—a weight of history pressing upon them.Sienna walked beside him, her gaze fixed ahead, her thoughts locked away behind an unreadable expression. Freya, ever alert, kept her hands near her weapons, her sharp eyes scanning the trees. Bram, despite his usual gruffness, had fallen into a rare silence, while Rael trailed behind, lost in thought.Myrra, however, walked with an odd sense of purpose. Unlike the others, she seemed unbothered by the haunting atmosphere, almost as if she belonged here. It unsettled Elior, but he kept his thoughts to himself. They needed her guidance.“Dawnfire is more than a place,” she had sai

Elior stepped through the archway, and the world changed.The moment his foot crossed the threshold, the air thickened, pressing against his skin like unseen hands. The ruins behind them faded, swallowed by an unnatural darkness that stretched endlessly in every direction.A corridor of stone descended beneath the earth, the walls slick with condensation, as if the ruins themselves were breathing. Flickering blue torches lined the narrow passage, their flames twisting unnaturally. There was no source for the fire—no oil, no wood—just cold, eerie light burning in defiance of time.“Lovely,” Bram muttered, gripping his axe. “Nothing like a cursed tomb to make a man feel welcome.”Freya ignored him, moving forward with silent steps, her daggers drawn. Sienna stayed close to Elior, her gaze sharp and wary. Rael, ever the scholar, studied the walls, his fingers trailing over ancient carvings etched into the stone.Myrra alone walked with ease, as if she had expected this.“We are no longer

The path leading away from the cavern twisted unnaturally, shifting under their feet as though the world itself resisted their departure. Elior’s breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps, his body still reeling from the Veilblade’s lingering grasp. Sienna stayed close to him, her gaze darting back toward the darkened chamber they had left behind."Keep moving," Bram growled, tightening his grip on his axe. "That thing is not going to let us leave so easily."As if in answer, the walls trembled. A gust of spectral wind howled through the passage, carrying the revenant’s voice—an eerie whisper that slithered into their minds. The Veil does not release its own.Rael cursed under his breath. "It's still trying to pull him back. We need to get out before it fully wakes."Freya was already ahead, her daggers glinting as she scouted the path forward. "The exit isn’t far," she called. "But the passage is collapsing. Move fast!"Myrra, usually calm and measured, quickened her pace. "The prison’s wa