Air To The Throne Novels & Stories

I taunt. A sneer crosses her lips. I hit a nerve. "You take mine, so I shall take yours" She laughs. With a wave of her hand, Thorne comes out from behind her throne. He takes her hand and quickly sits on her throne with the witch queen on his lap. A sickening silly giggle comes from her and he places a kiss to her lips. His hand holding her face.

He has witnessed a lot of magnificent, strange and frightening things throughout his life but never did he hear someone talk about Dragons in such a casual way. "Apparently, the Queen Regent's right hand, Felix D'Airel is a half. My father once fought alongside him." "R-Really!? I'm surely lucky he's not around at the moment," Tristan mumbled the last sentence. "What is it?" unable to hear what he just said, Alwyn asked. "N-nothing." *** The night has reached its deepest peak and no other source of light have its radiance touch any surface at the huge courtroom. Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows

At thirty, Cole was broad-shouldered and easy-smiled and so comfortable in that charcoal suit that it looked like he'd been born in it. He didn't look for me. He always used to look for me first. Behind them, Caden Holt stood with one hand on his daughter's shoulder. The Lycan Chairman. 6'3". Silver at his temples. Shoulders that filled a doorframe. Storm-grey eyes that swept the room the way a weapon swept a field slowly, deliberately, missing nothing. He didn't look at me either. Nobody did. "Mara." Theo appeared at my side from somewhere. My brother was twenty-three, their mother's jaw, eyes that showed everything he felt whether he wanted them to or not. Right now they were showing pure

“At least, not by blood. The Alpha who raised you was sworn to protect you, but he could not hide you forever. Not from me. Not from destiny.” His words made her stomach twist. She wanted to call him a liar, but the bond thrummed inside her chest, vibrating like a string pulled too tight. Some part of her—deep, buried—recognized this place. “No,” she whispered, backing away. “I am not one of you.” “Not one of us?” He laughed, the sound soft and cruel. “You are the only one who could sit on this throne without turning to ash.” As if to prove his point, the throne flared with dark light, a pulse that echoed inside Aria’s ribs. Her knees buckled under the force of it.

The little boy’s face lit up even more. “Hello, Martha’s Daddy!” Aire called, waving enthusiastically. Theo crouched slightly to meet him at eye level, a warm grin tugging at his lips. “Well, hello there, young king. How’s my little queen’s husband doing today?” Aire puffed out his chest even more proudly. “I’m good! I’m ready to help Martha rule the kingdom!” Theo chuckled softly, ruffling Aire’s hair gently. “That’s exactly what I like to hear. Just make sure you protect her, alright? Keep that crown safe.”

“No—no, no—Erevan—something’s wrong—something’s wrong—” He grabbed her hands, forcing their palms together. His shadows wrapped around their skin, trying to anchor her—but they slipped through her light like water through fingers. Her heart hammered painfully. “Erevan—help me—my light—my magic—it’s—” He pulled her against him, voice raw with terror. “It’s not you,” he said fiercely. “It’s the throne.” Aria’s vision blurred. Her light continued unraveling. Thread by thread. Erevan looked up at the throne—voice cracking with rage.

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

The air warps; the Broken City groans. And then the voice comes. From everywhere. From nowhere. At last. The hand in the sky pauses. Fingers curl. And the Throne answers. With Kael’s voice. And something else behind it. If you want her, it says, come and take her.

The way the Master has bound me will not affect my stomach unless you count the butterflies I'm feeling now. "Okay, we can lift her now," Master Thorne states as he nods at two other men who are working the suspensions. Jory and Knox lift me up while the other men attach the clips to the rings on my rope. My left leg is in the air, while my right is the one that is bent and bound. All four men circle me like vultures, and I'm their prey. When Master Thorne grins, he caresses my head, "You are a beautiful submissive, Aria, and your Masters are lucky to have you." He then winks and moves away, "Have fun."

The only thing was that his skin was coarse and that he had a scar marring his cheek. I curtsied. "Greetings, Your Highness. I'm Giselle Chapman of the Chapman family." Gideon was taken aback. Then, he hurriedly helped me up. "Please, Ms. Chapman. There's no need to be so polite." His Majesty and Aunt Melanie were happy to see that we didn't have any problems getting along. His Majesty approached us with a smile and said, "What do you think of this brat now that you've met him, Gigi? If you feel like you two can get along, I'll issue a decree for your marriage."