Ascending To The Throne Novels & Stories

"He's Holt. He would have had access to his family's standing through legitimate means." "Dorian was never in the direct Alpha line," Caden said. "He was younger. Secondary. In old lycan law, the Sovereign bond establishment returned governance authority to the Alpha line." He looked at her. "My grandfather had no Sovereign match. Neither did my father. Neither have I, until now. In that absence, the secondary Holt line has held significant informal influence over the Inner Council for three generations." He paused. "A confirmed Sovereign bond eliminates that influence."

“Japheth was an only heir, and he was accustomed to having things his way. We are not sure of the tension that existed between him and his father, but next thing we knew, we received word of King Mortimer’s untimely death, and Japheth’s immediate ascension to the throne.” I don’t understand why he wouldn’t immediately ascend to his father’s throne if he was the heir apparent?” Mitzie asked looking to Alford. Alford took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “Even with an apparent successor, before a new king ascends to a throne, the other kings as well as the successor’s galaxy must vote if they approve of the successor. They take into consideration the treaties of the forefathers, and how the g

But there was a condition, one he had been trying to push to the back of his mind. He needed his mate. If he didn’t present one by the time of his ascension, the title would automatically fall to Lucas, his elder brother, who has been lurking in the shadows. He has been waiting for the perfect opportunity to snatch the throne from him. Every single lesson Oliver took in preparation for the throne was also taken by Lucas. He made sure to train himself more than anyone could think of. He even explored the world to gain several pieces of knowledge, just to prove himself worthy at any given chance.

Undeserved medals and accolades, for no reason other than the miracle of their birth. This is my future. Princess of Fives. Queen. My own future children will come out of my womb with titles and lands. People bowing to them. An army of servants and sycophants. The future weighing heavily upon them the moment they arrive. Their futures just things the institution will use to gain power and wealth. Their ascension up the ladder predicated upon the death of their family members.

Piotr approached the throne, and the crowd hushed in anticipation. The coronation ceremony began with traditional blessings and prayers, invoking our ancestors' divine guidance and protection. Miles and I got off our thrones and stepped forward; together, we reached for the gleaming crown in Aleksander's hands. Together, we placed the crown upon Piotr's head, symbolising his ascension to the throne as our equal.

Those same words rendered the high and mighty Soren Sterling Stuart speechless. “I am supported by higher realms. And this empire that my clan has established will thrive under my reign, because that is a promise I made when I ascended the throne. And no incels shall obstruct my path to great success.”

“He was always a constant opposite of me. But his rebellion has led him precisely to the role I assigned him. The line has been crossed; there is no power that can pull him back now.” Jass simply raised her champagne glass once more. “Now, we wait for my son to accept the Throne and bring our heir home.”

As I gazed upon their triumphant faces, I knew that this was only the beginning of our epic journey. Dynaris stepped forward, her eyes shining with a sense of pride and purpose. She approached the throne, now transformed from a dark and foreboding seat of power to a radiant, golden symbol of hope and renewal. With a gentle reverence, she reached out and touched the throne's armrest, feeling the warmth and energy emanating from it.

A couple of moments later, Ruckus and his dad were now seared in the throne room. His father, the alpha had his throne lifted a little bit while his seat as the heir apparent was just a bit lower than that of his father . This was a common practice in their land that shows the hierarchy that existed even among the royal families. Right now, the both of them were occupying their seats before a large crowd of people. The throne was built in such a way that it could accommodate the entire assembly of the small wolf community.

"Seriously?" "Yes. I don't know what Ayesha told you about my marriage into her family, but it was mostly to keep the throne from passing to her father's brother and second in line. The throne can only pass to his heir if there is a prospective grand-heir for it to pass to. So, as Gavin died without us having...children, the crown is still in play. Without Ayesha marrying and bearing a child before the time comes to vacate the throne, the crown would pass to her uncle even if she bears a child after that time." "Forty years on the throne is all they are allowed. To keep the crown in the family, whoever is next in line within the family has to have a child of their own that the crown can pass