Ascending To The Throne Novels & Stories

He liked to hear these words, especially when it was said by Sunfall Empire's guardian Ula Budo, which was better than the pleasant words that Allen had heard. "Congratulations, Prince Allen. You can ascend the throne of King in a few days." Everyone present was not a fool. This was the only prince of Sunfall Empire in front of them, and they recognized him as the first heir to the throne. As long as Allen ascended the throne of the King, they, as the trusted followers of the king, would rise in the future, get countless wealth and financial resources, and enjoy the life of the people. But now they only needed to ensure that Prince Allen would sweep through all obstacles and ascend the thron

They think this is a takeover. I turn pleading eyes toward Nathan as an acolyte approaches with my crown. Twenty minutes ago, the sight of it might have filled me with joy but now it might as well be a coiled viper instead of a tiara of silver and rubies. The Hierophant takes it and holds it above my head. “With the blessing of Lycaon, first of our line, first of our kings, you rise Queen Bailey of Toronto and Greater London.” The crown settles on my head, surprisingly heavy, and an acolyte comes to either side of the throne to take my hands to help me rise. Nathan stands, also, and I go to his side. The throne room is practically in chaos, but he just looks triumphant.

That was my cue. I walked into the throne room that was jammed packed with mostly unfamiliar faces and only a few I knew like Alpha Zayd and Alpha Jasper. A lead warrior made my announcement “All rise for His highness Prince Kian Tikaani, rightful heir to the throne, and by challenge rightful claim to the crown.”

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.

He nodded and straightened up, “I have some elders who hate the princes, and they are going to make sure that the princes do not ascend the throne.” “ So who's going to ascend the throne?” “I am, of course.” “But what if they are stubborn and some of the elders, for example, their uncle, decides that you are just a power-hungry grabber? What if he decides with some of the other elders that are not on our side that the princes are the rightful heirs to the throne?” He smiled in a cruel way. “Then I have an option for that. If they decide to ascend the throne, they will ascend it. I won't stop them. But during their coronation, I have made plans to poison them.”

The entire world seemed to pause with him lingering on that threshold. Shining brighter than the snow outside, Isak lifted her chin and began his final walk home. Every step, every path he had taken, had led here. The faces of his friends, her allies, blurred as he passed by. To the throne that waited. To the crown, that mother would place upon on his head. The only time in his reign that he would ever bow. The only thing he would ever kneel before.

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."

I smiled a little and faced my front again. The maids threw petals on the stairs and I started making my way up the stairway, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. There were two guards at the top with trumpets. Immediately I got to the top, they blew into the instruments and I literally shook. They then said in unison: “Welcome the Heir to the throne! PRINCE ASAHD USAÏD!” I stepped into the huge hallway and there were more guards and servants. They all bowed.

Nawal said flatly as she stares at his face as if she wasn't the one crying just a minute ago. "Can you think..." "No" Nawal said this time around smiling. "Am not her only heir..." Prince Fahad just gaze at her not knowing what she really meant by that. "Asmy" She blur it out softly as tears drop on her cheeks. "Asmy is my sister which made her and her children the rightful heirs to that throne" Prince Fahad gaze at his wife with love and affection, he is proud to call her his and only his. That's something the three of them never thought when they talk about it, but right now when Nawal said it, it is just perfect.

Yet the strength in his posture remained unmistakable. Beside him stood my mother, her hand resting lightly on his arm. “People of the Eastern Kingdom,” Dad said, his voice carrying easily through the hall. “For centuries our throne has passed through blood, through duty, and through sacrifice. Today it passes through something else as well.” His gaze moved through the gathered crowd. “It passes through unity.” He turned toward the base of the dais. “Prince Gideon. Lady Cora. Step forward.” Gideon climbed the steps first, dressed in ceremonial black trimmed with silver. The crown prince’s armor had been replaced by formal robes, though the warrior in him was still unmistakable in the way he