Air To The Throne Novels & Stories

Aria let out a breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Nothing about me does anymore.” And then— another rupture. She was standing in a hall of gold. Not burned. Not broken. Perfect. Too perfect. People cheered as she walked forward. Flowers fell like rain. Her name was sung like devotion carved into religion. Queen Aria. Beloved. Feared. Worshipped. And at the end of the hall— a throne. Empty. Waiting. She sat down without hesitation. And immediately understood the cost. Because power did not feel like strength here.

The arm followed, making a lot of steam that hurt the table. "A new place," a deep mechanical voice said. "A world with air. Fuel for our fires." The iron hand grabbed the edge of our table and the wood broke like twigs. I stepped over the broken wood and my right eye turned black. The armor of the Twilight Empress covered my shoulders. The crown on my head shone with a black light. "You have entered the house " I said. My lance appeared in my hand. It was humming with power. "The North does not pay taxes to kings. We do not give fuel to other peoples fires."

Her last few words stayed with me: "Ethan, I love you and believe in you, and even if I had to come back to life a thousand times, I would choose you, and if we are ever reborn, come find me and know that I am always waiting for you. Those words hit me hard—and then she vanishes. The battlefield dissolves, and suddenly, I’m standing in the grand throne hall of the palace I used to call home. The golden walls shimmer in the sunlight, banners of Ether proudly hanging above the court. My father, King Gainos, is on his throne—strong and noble, his armor still showing the signs of battle. His crown shines like firelight, and next to him is my grandmother, Queen Dowager Lunice, regal and icy, her

“Yes, he is. The banished prince is a better fit for the throne. In the past five years since he left the pack, he has gotten married to the powerful and beautiful Princess Cassandra—Princess of the Crescent Moon Pack—and they have a healthy son together. Unlike Aldrich, whose Luna is a nobody and now a witch. We don’t even know if she is fertile enough to carry a pup. We need an heir to the throne. We need a powerful Luna too—and Prince Aeron has it all.” When he realized that he had captured their attention, he continued smoothly. “Prince Aeron’s ascension to the throne will bring more progress to our pack. So, Elders…” he rose. “Join me, and let’s get that monster of a king away from the

Her Throne has never been shook before. The Third Throne, the West: ruled by Morrigan. She and Akasha are close friends. The second woman in the council. Her feminine rage is not to be tampered with. The Fourth Throne, the south: ruled by Atticus. He's the only friend I have in the council, the only one who's ever shown care and understands the pain I passed through, and certainly the only one who speaks in my favour anytime Marcellus objects me. The ladies are neutral, painfully.

“Aria Vale, leader of the northern clans, is qualified to contend for the throne of Beast Queen.” Theron lifted his eyes, killing intent clear at last. I met his stare across the fire, and the royal assembly truly began.

“Power cannot erase blood, Alpha King. And blood cannot be hidden forever.” He turned his attention to Aira, and the chamber seemed to pull inward around his gaze. “The child you carry is not only a life. It is a claim. If acknowledged, the child must be bound to the throne. If denied.” He paused, long enough for the silence to become a blade. “The threat must be neutralized.” Aira’s knees weakened, but she did not move. Her breath came shallow and sharp, and she hated that they could see fear in the smallest of her body’s betrayals. Kael stepped forward then, just one pace, but the force of it made the elders shift in their seats.

“The loneliness inside the Heart. The need to belong to something greater.” The whispers throughout the chamber intensified immediately. Come home. Take the throne. End the suffering. Aria grabbed her head painfully as the voices slammed through her mind harder now. Then suddenly— The throne itself began glowing. Ancient silver symbols ignited across its surface while the Heart overhead pulsed faster and faster. The First Alpha lifted its massive head slowly again. “The Queen must choose.” The chamber fell silent. Even Veyron stopped speaking. The throne waited.

"I accept who I am. And I choose what I become." The fire still stilled. Then it vanished. She fell to her knees, panting. The Elders watched in silence. One stepped forward and bowed. "She has passed." Back in the throne room, the Alpha King rose. "You are indeed the heir. But that means you must choose: will you claim the throne, or forsake it?" Kael tensed beside her. But Aria didn’t hesitate. "I didn’t come here to rule. I came to protect. If the throne needs war, then I will fight. But I will not kneel to fear."

I'm standing before the throne again. This time, the room is brighter. The throne is empty. I walk toward it. A child stands beside me. I can't see their face. A voice echoes through the chamber. Choose. I look around. "Choose what?" Power or love. My heart pounds. "I choose love." The room shakes. The throne cracks. The child reaches for my hand. Then another voice speaks. Kael. Aria. I turn. He's standing behind me. But blood covers his chest.