Air To The Throne Novels & Stories

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

Perhaps I am as much a coward as King Axel. She curtsies to the king, and I hold my breath. I have no idea how this is going to go, but if it ends with Ainslee anywhere but my side, I don’t know how I’ll go on. *** *Ainslee* My legs are shaking beneath my skirt as I enter the throne room. I’ve never seen this room before, but it’s extraordinary. The floor is an intricately tiled mosaic. Fabric decorates the walls in a soft cream color, and the drapes are gold, picking up highlights from the floor, which also contains shades of red and blue. The ceiling is decorated with gold inlay. Everything about the room screams of luxury.

Henry was only glad she hadn’t left. “What the hell is happening?” CC asked, dumbfounded. She’d never seen Bart’s eyes make tears before, never seen him so distraught. “Who is this woman?” “Aria Maine is now the sole surviving heir to the throne of Sartis Est, an ally of Terres Somnia’s. She’s asked for refuge in Terres Somnia while she looks for a King Consort to secure her rule. It’s really tragic, actually. She’s just lost everything, including her home. There are people who don’t think she’s fit to rule. If she doesn’t return to her country and claim her throne with a king consort in four months, she’ll forfeit the throne to her uncle, Duke Maine. That’s if they don’t find her and kill h

All I am asking at this point is for you to take back what's rightfully yours ,I dare you to do that . I looked at Aidan but not even a single emotion ran out of my Face . "you know what Aidan ,I understand the fact that you are looking out for me and making sure that I take what you believe is mine ,but then you know what I went through trying to secure that throne and all those that I had to deal with ,you know those were the most traumatizing event of my life and you know what buddy ,am not going back to those things ,they can have the throne and crown of they want but definitely not me ,am not going back just to have another episode of I have to live like a slaves and hiding everyday jus

"I expect the group from the Air clan will be here tomorrow and I want to make sure we have everything in order for their arrival." I rolled my eyes. The Air clan was our closest ally, both in terms of location and trust. My father had arranged for me to be married to their youngest Princess in the hope that our kingdoms would both be under his rule when their aging King passed. He only had daughters to pass his throne too, the older two had married commoners leaving the throne to his youngest as he would never allow a commoner to sit on the throne.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

Isla's POV The crisp, clean air of the Swiss Alps hit me the moment I stepped out of the Zurich airport—a shock to my system, washing away the last remnants of my old life. After thirteen hours in the air, I had finally arrived. At the arrivals gate, a tall man was holding a sign with my name on it. "Isla?" He had warm brown eyes and a smile like sunshine. "I'm Ethan, Alpha of the Sunstone Pack," he said, his smile genuine. "The Elders speak of you like you're a living legend. It's an honor to finally meet you."

The throne cracked. And from its broken heart, something emerged. Tall. Pale. Eyes like the deepest void. Hair is like smoke. Skin like marble carved from night. The true Queen of the Hollowed. She turned her gaze on Aria and smiled. **“Daughter of the Vessel,”** she said. *“Come take your rightful place beside me.”*

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepling as I contemplated the implications. "Everything I've been preparing for hinges on this moment, Marcus. Lex thinks he's safe, but he has no idea what's coming." "You're not just talking about crashing the wedding, are you?" Marcus asked, his tone a bit suspicious. "You're planning to take the throne back." "Exactly," I replied, my voice low and steady. "I will bring doom upon that wedding and reclaim what is rightfully mine. And then, I will wed my brother's Luna." Marcus gasped and cleared his throat. It was something he always did whenever he was skeptical about something.