Air To The Throne Novels & Stories

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

One day Tomorrow is not required to wear a uniform so i need to look pretty and gorgeous but there's no black Now that all prepared think eresh what if going to tell them that im sorcerer or just white witch? Uhmm but now i need to rest I walked to my bed and slowly lying On it closed my eyes I open my eyes and look were i am, im in my throne the king and queen is there and theres 3 slave. " Your Highness the arius kingdom is preparing for the next war "one it say it i look at them

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

Chapter 44 – The Throne She Shouldn’t Take “Aria,” Kael whispered again, stepping forward like a man chasing the last light of a dream. “You don’t have to do this.” But she didn’t turn. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even breathe. She just kept walking—one barefoot step at a time—toward the flaming throne, its jagged arms outstretched like it had been waiting for her all along.

As we stepped into the room with the rest of the Alphas who had arrived before us, I paused for a moment in the doorway to take in the sight before me. The rug that ran down the center of the room was a deep, midnight blue, and the flooring was a contrasting ivory with taupe marbling. The throne itself was a large chair, made from silver to symbolize the true royal family’s near immunity to the metal. The upholstery on the chair was the same blue as the rug, and just behind the throne was a clear glass mosaic window of the moon and Selene. Standing in front of the raised dais of the throne was King Tobias, his son, Prince Leonidas, and the Royal Beta, Malcolm, all three of them dressed richl

I pleaded with him and he got back to what he was doing. ***************Few Minutes Later************ Dracon was sweating as he was busy operating Arielle(I think her name is Arielle because I heard one of those good for nothing guards saying it) “I just hope nothing happen to her.” I pray secretly to the moon goddess to come to my aid. Arielle is the heir to our throne. Anybody apart from Arielle who sat on that throne is going to die. After the last Luna and Alpha died, the throne became empty because no one dare sat on it.

CROWNLESS, NOT BROKEN "I don't need a throne to lead. I need the fire to burn their lies." Ash in the Marble Ember Palace. Throne Hall, now fractured—scorched marble, broken pillars, a jagged crown-shaped crack running through the dais. The Flame Crown is gone. Arion has vanished. The people's chant has long faded into heavy silence. Councilman Tarek (bowing slightly): "Prince Xavier… By rights of blood and battle, the throne is yours. The council awaits your command."

Astrid found the Women’s Etiquette class to be as bad as she feared and her thoughts meandered as Mrs Bellmar repeated the ‘women are servants’ speech again. She is Princess Astrid Nara Katrall, the true heir to the Kaltharian throne. Does she really want to be a Queen? People have sacrificed their very lives and outlawed themselves permanently for her. Just for her. She remembered all the risks she had taken with her own life as a thief, never knowing that thousands, maybe tens of thousands of people depended on her.

Erin chuckled, and Agustin simply grinned. “I wish.” They shared a laugh, and Erin wrapped his arms around Agustin’s shoulders, remarking, “You’ll have to grow up first before you can sit on the throne,” gesturing towards their grandfather and Uncle Vernon’s majestic seat. Agustin stared at the throne and asked, “Should I? Do I deserve the throne?” He looked at his Uncle Erin, smiling.

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.