Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

We got inside her house and she immediately covered it with a barrier spell. "What brought you here after so many years? What are you planning this time?" She asked. "Remember that I told you that I will come back once I'm ready to claim the debt you owe me. I'm here now to claim it." I said scornfully. "I want to claim the throne of Lunaris Kingdom." I added. "And what made you think I would help you claim a throne that doesn't belong to you?" She said. "Ooh, you won't dare. You know what I can do and besides I have what you might need."

She stood at the entrance of the room, she spread her hands out like a priestess giving a blessing, every part of her was glowing with smile certainty. "I will not leave," she said, her voice was so clear that even the guards that were far away turned their heads. "Because I carry the heir to the throne. I am the true Luna. Not this pretender." Her eyes turned to me, her lips curved when she saw the heat flash in my eyes.

And scrawled on the table in celestial script: "The throne is not hers to claim." Morwenna stood over the words, then looked to me. "They won’t stop." "No." "Then I won’t either." That night, she called the court to assembly. Not to plead. To rule. I stood beside her as she entered the hall in full regalia, not a queen by blood, but by fire. And when the council demanded proof of her lineage, she gave it. With the shard in one hand, she summoned the starlight sigils above the throne. They burned into stone.

I said, attempting to convince her. "What if he died a long time ago?" she mumbled, looking at me cautiously. "Then we wait until someone is willing to lead the pack, Baby," I replied. "Look, this is only temporary. Besides, I don't want to follow my father around until I become King. He's young and strong, so he should lead for a long time." She smiled sadly. "If you don't mind the task, I will support you. But don't protest if I'm harsh with them. I will not easily forget their Luna, who killed my baby."

"You know, I just realized. That Hailey is really something! Who in the family would raise her or speak of her? Despite this, she managed to earn Mrs. Lilian's favor! Even Thalia is very fond of her. I wish my niece could be as gentle as she is. That would be great!" Hank replied, "Hailey lives in this house. She has eyes, so of course, she knows how to observe her surroundings. Firstly, the grandmother treats her well due to her relationship with Calvin. Also, Hailey knows her place. If Hailey didn't know her place, would her grandmother treat her so well? As for Thalia, she doesn't mistreat anyone. She probably is kind to Hailey out of pity. You know Thalia is determined to be the next mat

I purred, slinking through the hall, “ On whose orders?” Christoff frowned, his eyes following my every step, “On mine. The throne doesn't belong to you. It's right Alpha. Alpha Daniel is missing possibly dead. You, Valeria, have no right to claim it as yours” He stated, confidence radiated from him, “ as an Alpha I am here to lay claim to the throne. Stand down this very moment.” “You have some guts, you came into my palace, turned my soldiers against me, and drew your knives to my throat. I must confess, your boldness amuses me. I never knew you had it in you, to be honest.”

She was carrying the next claim on the throne he had tried to take by delay and design. The diagnosis was not the one we had feared when I went down on the dais. It was the one that would rewrite every remaining move on the board.

I nod once. “He chose her.” The words land harder than anything spoken before. For a moment, she says nothing. Her breath catches faintly, her shoulders stiffening as if bracing against a blow she cannot avoid. Then “No.” Stronger this time. “No,” she repeats, stepping closer. “That is not possible. The arrangements have already begun. The kingdom knows. Arven knows.” “I am aware.” “Then how can you even consider this?” Her voice rises now, emotion breaking through the careful control she holds so tightly in every other moment.

she says, cupping my cheeks. “Not once?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Nope, not once,” she says, smiling at me. I pull her against me. “It is important to me. It’s the last possible way to claim you as mine. I wear your mark, you wear mine, your pregnant with my child, and now, you will wear the crown that my mother wore, and the generations of queens before her,” I say. “Well, if it was only you claiming me, I’d be thrilled. But I’ll suffer with some insufferable royals so that you can lay yet another claim to me, my rider.”

“We’re leaving.” His eyes flickered, and for a second I watched a man reconsider his fate. He could have let this be, let it die like so many small fires. Instead he lifted a hand and from the line behind him came two who pushed forward, Selara was with them , a queen of vipers, and behind her, Damien’s personal envoy. “You are a fool, Kael,” Selara said, and the word landed like a slap. “You think you can defy the tide? You think you can steal what would secure the territory?”