Air To The Throne Novels & Stories

“And claim trial by combat. Before the Council. Before the Pack.” Gasps filled the room but in the corner of my eye I saw my uncle smirk. That bastard. I didn’t know what a trial by combat was, but I knew it involved a fight. Bloodshed. I wasn’t ready to bleed for a throne I knew nothing about. I lifted my chin. “I didn’t ask for your throne.” “No,” Damien replied, “but you accepted it.” “She can’t fight,” Thalindra intervened. “She doesn’t have physical training yet, it won’t be a fair fight.”

Meanwhile he had a very stern look on his face, there was no hint of a smile or anything related to it on his face at all. “We welcome you all to the mating ceremony and coronation of the new king and Queen. May the both of you please step forward.” The announcer started. Thorne walked towards where I stood, but his eyes weren’t on me at all. They were on someone behind me. I turned and gasped. Aria. That’s Aria, in the same dress like I was. What exactly is going on right now? Is this a prank or something? “In opposition to what every one of you think or know, I’m not taking Esmeralda as my queen or mate today. I choose Aria as my Queen and mate instead.” Thorne spoke for the first time sin

It’s the other throne—the queen’s throne. Its pull is stronger than the one meant for a princess. It doesn’t just call to me. It sings. Beside me, Jack is still. Too still. I follow his gaze and see it: his eyes locked on the Alpha King’s throne. His expression is wild, breath shallow. He sways slightly, as if the very air around him has thickened, turned to smoke. The throne is calling him. The thrones are calling—to both of us. Drawing us in like magnets. Whispering truths buried deep in our bones. The world could vanish around us, and we wouldn’t notice.

She launched into a highly romanticized version of our meeting, weaving a tale of deep, cosmic love. “Rest assured, I am so deeply in love with the Prince,” she sang into the microphone, her sound carrying through the immense hall. “And since the King is eager to retire and hand over the Throne, Atticus and me wont wait to start our own little family. We want to fill the Royal Palace with lots of laughter! We want many pups, the boys looking exactly like their magnificent father and the girls like fairy-tale princesses!” She accepted the grand applause and well wishes with a shy smile and handed the microphone to me. This woman was sure she had won the game while the match was still on.

From the ceiling vents, Aria dropped down, her laptop strapped to her chest, a series of glowing blue cables trailing behind her like the tentacles of a jellyfish. "I’ve got their frequency!" Aria screamed, her fingers flying across the keys. "Leo! Caspian! The Core-Pulse! Now!" The twelve 'Judges' stood up in unison, their movements identical, their porcelain-smooth faces reflecting the flickering lights. They didn't draw guns; their hands shifted, the fingers retracting to reveal needle-thin blades. "Protect the King!" Kaiser yelled. The battle for the throne had begun, but this wasn't a war of men. It was a war against a perfect, blue-blooded future.

Her attention was locked on the throne—the floating, impossible throne forged from Gate-light and ancient bone—still cracked, still unstable, still pulsing with the last remnants of her divine touch. Her power hummed inside her like wings beating to escape. She knew. She knew what she had to do. “No,” she whispered. “If we run, he follows us into the world. He destroys everything.” Kael’s eyes widened in horror. “Aria, don’t even think—” “We have to destroy the throne,” she said. Auren shook his head violently. “You can’t. It’s part of you now. If the throne dies—” “I might die with it,” she finished.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

Chris thundered in a thousand voices and they knelt. What is he about to do? The whole different kingdoms kept murmuring. "What are you doing son?" GOD Poseidon muttered making the whole arena silent. "What I should do." "Ariel here although a daughter of her father has proven in so many ways that she is pure-hearted and that the dark nature of her father doesn't control her." "She fell in love with my half-brother and is there a greater union than this? "I have taken the throne that belonged to my brother once I won't do it again."

Maybe she could give that to him after all. But that was just a moment, nothing more. Only a moment. When Aaron’s family arrived and the investiture started, Aria felt her heart grow heavy. Being in the forgotten wing was one thing. She already had moments with both of them in there. The throne room was different, though. As she watched King Henry restore Aaron’s title of prince of Terres Somnia, all she could see were her moments in this room with Troy. Damn her heart. They weren’t even together then. Make it stop. Make the pain stop. Aria had spent too much time with the perfect prince. She found herself smiling through it all. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t hurt him anymore, wou

The one who remained by my side did. A loud gunshot was heard, and I exited this place, landing in the middle of the ring. “We now welcome the one who remains in the end, the rightful heir to the throne, and the winner of The Royal Final, her royal majesty, Ariana of The Warwick Kingdom!”