Novel & Cerita Air To The Throne

Pushing open the door, he climbed down and walked around to help her out of the car. Adler looked forward, spotting the men hurrying towards them. In a day or two, they would be gone, leaving themalone with the housekeepers. He inhaled deeply. Was this what peace felt like? He placed a hand on the small of her back, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. And every little sunshiny feeling was because she was next to him. Her. His Queen. *** Breathe me in, Like the tides taking wisps of the sea

Alpha Trent was the one to step forward this time. “Stupid question get’s stupid answer. Tread carefully Alpha.” I said. “When you win then you will automatically become the Queen. I guess I’m just curious as to what you have planned for afterwards?” He shrugged. “Let’s just get threw this fight first shall we. The king might just kill me and then you’re question is then invalid.” I said. Damn that’s the second time I’ve been asked that. You’d think I would’ve thought about it by now.

The throne speaks power in itself, and as my finger brushes the surface I feel the surge of light in me; a surge to make people understand how rightfully I deserve the power. “Queen Adria”, I hear Max call me, an unexpected emphasis on the word Queen. I look at him, his lopsided smirk in its place as he climbs the stairs to the throne. I look at him mirroring his expression, gliding my hands on the texture of power the laid underneath me. “So Queen Aria, huh”, Max says, as he stands beside the throne. “Yes, the Queen”, I say grinning giddily at the new title.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

Prince nodded, thoughtful, then laughed, looking toward me. “Does Torey know? He’s going to hate that idea since they’ll be overtaking him with the title of having the biggest pack and territory in America.” I nodded with a grin. “He knows. He was just glad it was his granddaughter who would be taking that title from him.”

Anrina was strapped tightly to the interrogation chair. "Leon! I was the one who helped you take the throne! You can't do this to me!" Leon crouched in front of her and slowly flipped open the diary, holding each page up for her to see. "You helped me? "You stole her achievements. And you got her, and my child was killed." Anrina instantly collapsed to her knees, smashing her forehead against the floor as she begged for mercy. Leon leaned against the wall and watched in silence, his face completely unreadable.

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

“If you don’t show, they’ll see it as weakness.” “And if I do show?” “Then you make a statement. That you’re powerful, allied with Blackthorn, and not to be trifled with.” He pulled me close. “I’ll be with you every step.” “This is getting complicated.” “It was always going to be complicated. You’re royalty, Aria. People are going to have opinions about that.” His hand cupped my face. “But you’re not alone. You have me. You have Blackthorn. And apparently, we’re about to have Mountain Ridge too.”

His creatures followed, howling and chanting, their clawed feet scraping against the stone floors. Every step made my heart sink lower. We reached the throne room, and my breath caught. The massive chamber was carved from dark stone, lit by rivers of molten lava that flowed through channels in the floor. The air was thick, hot, and suffocating. At the far end sat a towering black throne, sharp and jagged like it had been grown from the very bones of the earth. The cheering grew louder. Caleb raised his hand, and silence fell instantly. “Bring her a gown,” he commanded. “Fit for a queen.”