Ascending To The Throne Novels & Stories

A red carpet was draped in the middle which lead from the door all the way to the stairs leading to the thrones of the King and the Queen. My heartbeat quickened as we stepped into the room. Passing smiles on our way, we kept moving until we reached the front. Nicholus intertwined our fingers and started ascending the three stairs ahead. I followed him to the top where we sat on our respective thrones. For centuries, the throne of the Queen had always been smaller than the King's throne. Nicholus was the one to break that tradition and insisted that new thrones would be exact similar. By doing this, he had declared to the whole world that I was his equal in this rule.

I walked along the shores of Lake Lucerne, taking in the quiet stillness of the water. At the succession ceremony for the Vampire King, I saw Dominic again. The seats were arranged strictly according to bloodline rank and status. Dominic was placed in the third row from the back. When he saw me seated at the central throne, disbelief filled his eyes. He tried several times to push forward and speak to me, only to be stopped by the Sterling family guards. My grandfather, Victor Sterling, formally announced my ascension to the Vampire King’s throne. Ancient blood sigils ignited above the hall, responding to the Sterling bloodline alone.

However, he wasn't getting anywhere just relying on his own ability either, as reaching the Scion rank meant he was Ascendent. Improving from mortal ranks to Ascendant simply wasn't that easy—starting from Scion, rising to Ruler, Sage, and finally to Emperor was difficult as the gaps between the ranks widened consecutively.

Suddenly, Joe remembered the question he had during the ceremony, and he signed to the small group, "How are the heirs chosen?" Kyrie looked at Nerissa, indicating that she wanted her to answer the question. Nerissa smiled and signed, though her hands were slightly shaky, "The throne is passed down matrilineally. Once it is passed down to the daughter, all of the daughter's mates also become rulers. However, only the daughters of the queen who inherited the throne are eligible to receive the throne. This means that only Queen Chloris's daughters are in line for the throne." Kyrie crossed her arms over her chest. She was dressed in a short black dress that covered only half of her tail, with

“If a person’s comprehensions do not match the speed of their promotion, and they end up ascending before filling the Token of Authority, they ascend as Ascenders. If they fill the Token of Authority before their ascension, they ascend as gods. As for False Ascenders, they are those that barely filled a third of their token before ascending. And unlike True Ascenders who can keep on filling their Tokens to attempt entering the realm of godhood, False Ascenders have no such privilege. Once they ascend in their false states, their progress is barred.”

It simply means there will be a body higher than the King. "He wanted to make me King and you queen, yet we answer to him?" Vin said, hearing the real plan for what seemed like the first time. "He does not have royal blood, so people won't accept him. You, on the other hand, are a Volkov, so it is normal that you would ascend the throne on his behalf. Then you were to give him some power that superseded yours so he could rule by proxy," She explained, and Vino staggered backwards and sat on his couch.

Anez explained. "Well, that..." Grace stopped in her tracks, then turned to face Anez. "Yes, Ma’am?" "Will... Adro have to become king someday? I mean, does it have to be Adro?" Anez frowned, then nodded. "Certainly, ma'am. His Highness is the crown prince. Throughout the history of Groendez and other kingdoms, I have never found a king who did not come from the crown prince. The crown prince is the first male descendant of the king, thus having a divine lineage."

And when I rise… I will not seek forgiveness. I will come to claim the throne.

“I have news for you, darling. That doesn’t give you a shit’s dump worth of power in my kingdom.” Lyra answers, and her voice is stronger, firmer. “I do not derive my power in my kingdom through my marriage. I have ascended to the throne through family succession.” “Family?” He spits out another laugh. “Don’t tell me that failure of a son of mine married you.” I watch his slow gaze pass up and down Lyra’s body, and I want to snatch his eyeballs right out of his head. “Can’t say he didn’t choose well, but I’m sorry, girlie,” he continues. “That doesn’t make you an heir of my kingdom, either.”

Together with Kael, we became teammates at some point, and although we never had a heart-to-heart conversation like he and Kael had, I had listened to them talk. He was the secondborn son of the Kingdom of Nazeer. And while the Kingdom of Absalom gave rights to every son or daughter to be an heir of the king’s throne, in his kingdom, only the firstborn were given the right to the throne. And for that reason, I assumed he wanted Adessa’s hand so he could have at least a chance to be a king.