Air To The Throne Novels & Stories

Outside the throne hall they wait for me, and I offer my arm to Athena after sending my parents, brother and seconds in command in ahead of us. “I love you, baby.” I tell her, and she smiles up at me. “I love you too!” She says, taking a deep breath when the doors open and the herald announces us. “King Caspian Sunborn Wilde Darkmoon, Her Royal Highness future Queen Athena Avalon Astor.” Athena mindlinks me he got the title wrong, and I link back to leave it for now, and she does, trusting me.

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

“How many others were buried beneath your lies? How many children branded ‘traitors’ for simply being born of the wrong blood?” Silence. Arian lowered the scroll. “The kingdom deserves the truth,” he said at last. “Not the illusion of peace built on silence.” “And you?” Elira asked. “Do you deserve the throne that was never meant to be yours?” The question lingered like a slap. But Arian didn’t lash out. Instead, he looked at her, truly looked—and for a moment, the room felt empty but for the two of them. “I never wanted a throne,” he said. “Only to protect what mattered.”

I see the forced smile on his flips and immediately realise that he needs to put on a show to make everything seem fine. "It is a great honour for us to pass down the throne to my son and his mate. We know just how capable you both are of ruling over our people. I pass this on to you Aiden Joshua King." Mason says with so much pride. He can't keep the grin off of his face. "I pass this on to you Mackenzie Roseline Lathen." Luna says and they give us silver daggers with a wooden handle. This is so that our wounds don't heal too quickly.

Zuiveren will ask my father to behead me for treason if he ever hear my desire to become the owner of the great throne. That seat. My young heart has always wondered what it feels like to sit there. To become the owner of the sit of power that could change anyone's life within a snap. "If you were to sit on the great throne. You shouldn't marry anyone then," he said. My gaze is now back at him. His eyes made a swift move. It met mine, "Your husband will want to take over that throne. The King Consort has the right to take over the throne once you met an unfortunate incident. You knew how the small council is. They will always take a man's side over the owner of the throne if she is a woman."

“The ceremony will be held. He would get mated but not to Hazel. He is getting mated to the daughter of Alpha Steve, Stephanie.” “What do you mean?” She looked at her husband, then at her son, then at her husband again. “Hazel is his mate” “No, she is not. She is not his mate.” Seven watched on as his parents debated. His heart was heavy. He could not imagine what was going to happen. Was it worth it? Just for his father’s love and approval for the throne, he had to lose his lover and from the look of things, was he going to lose his mother again?

Alliah was in much more danger than I thought. I enjoy working for you, future Queen. You seem more reliable than that stupid sister of mine. I don't care for the throne, but she can't even act as a proper princess. She runs around and swings a sword like man. I don't wish to live under a sister that has the desires of treating herself like a man. Alliah is so stupid to think that father cares for her. He only sees her as a political end piece. Once he has a male heir, he will toss her aside just like he did me. I want her dead, to feel the pain I feel when him and I are behind closed doors. He doesn't care about daughters, he cares about sons. But if you can over throw him, you can change t

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

The throne was never truly within his reach. The hall held its breath as I lifted the circlet. I stepped toward the princes. Before I could place it in anyone’s hands, Ethan suddenly strode forward and dropped to one knee. “Your Majesty,” he said, voice ringing clear through the chamber, “I beg you to release me from this honor. My heart already belongs to another.” He turned slightly, reaching toward Ava without touching her. “Lady Ava Miller is the woman I love,” he continued without hesitation. “Our devotion is neither fleeting nor shallow. No one but her will ever be my wife.”

I can already see it in my mind, the King raising the goblet, the faint tremor in his hand as his heart slows, his breath hitching before silence swallows the hall. And me, watching. The loyal son. The future ruler. A door opens behind me. “Zeus.” Adira’s voice. Light, lilting, but strained at the edges. She walks in, her gown whispering against the floor. “It’s done?” she asks. I nod once. “He’ll drink it tonight.” Her lips curl into a small smile. “Then by dawn, the throne will be ours.” “Ours,” I echo, though the word tastes foreign on my tongue.