Novel & Cerita Bring Me To Horizon Throne

I was eighteen when I left my pack. I ran away with Stanley, my fated mate. He never gave me a proper mating ceremony. But I loved him. I would have done anything. I watched him build his pack. Become an Alpha. Take over half the territories in the North. The first time we made love, he marked my neck and promised me a grand ceremony. One day. I kept waiting. For over twenty years, I tried to be the perfect Luna for him. Then came my forty-fifth birthday. I thought it was time. Time for that ceremony he promised, in the sacred springs of Starfall Valley. But he had another surprise for me. I found him in our pack’s private hot spring, pinning his dead brother’s mate beneath him. That’s when

Sophie begged softly. "They will stop it by themselves when they give me a winner" he responded slowly and moved closer to David and Scott. "The beta of this throne will be chosen right here. Fight with the amount of love you have for me and the throne. Fight with the strength you will brandish when you are called upon to defend this Manor" he raised up his fist and brought it back down to start the fight.

Both of them dragged me in different directions, and it hurt. I screamed, light bursting from my hands again, slamming into the walls. The cracks widened, fire burning out. And then—the world cracked open. The corridor dissolved, walls peeling away like paper. Through the rift I saw it again—the city of black spires and silver rivers, the violet horizon stretching forever. And there, at its center, that throne of bone. It moved when it saw me. Like it was alive. Like it had been waiting. The whispers turned into a scream. Come home.

Waiting. Silas’s voice went rough. “Mira… don’t look at it.” But I was already stepping forward. Without meaning to. Without permission. Just… pulled. Silas grabbed me instantly. “Mira!” I stopped. Barely. The pull didn’t stop. It tightened. The throne beneath the city responded to me like I was a missing piece. The Alpha’s son finally spoke, voice shaking. “That’s the original throne…” Kael turned sharply. “What does that mean?”

“What now?” I look toward the horizon where the sea meets the sky. “Now we end her reign. Once and for all.” She nods slowly, a tear slipping free. “Then let’s burn the throne she wants. And I swear the world trembles when she says it.

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

The moment her fingers touched the flame, the world vanished. --- The Vision She stood alone on a barren battlefield. The sky was red, ash fell like snow, and the ground was cracked with rivers of blood. Wolves—hundreds of them—lay dead. Some bore the mark of the High Clans. Others wore Kael’s crest. In the center stood the Throne. And on it—the Thirteenth. He looked at her. Smiled. “This is what you’ll bring,” he said. “No matter how hard you fight.” Aria trembled. “You’re wrong.”

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.

Then Rowan's voice followed. Then: "THAT IS NOT FAIR!" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the voice returned. Colder. Older. More terrifying. "THE THRONE BELONGS TO ME." Reality cracked. The giant hand pushed deeper through the sky. Now half its arm was visible. Massive. Ancient. Impossible. Then suddenly— golden light erupted across the horizon. Far away. Then another. Then another. Then another. The remaining Heirs. Every Crown Holder in existence was awakening.

Not just the useful spells but she's on my wave length. I walk back in to the common room and stand on a coffee table. I whistle, getting everyone's attention. "Tomorrow at sundown we will make our way to the vampire realm. We will launch our attack and take back whats mine. Not only mine, but yours. It is all one kingdom now." They all erupt in a cheer. "ALL HAIL THE HYBRID QUEEN" That's what I'm talking about. These wolves no how to hype one another up.