Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

The ambitious one lowers her voice. “I’ll do whatever it takes to please him,” she confides, “and I promise that if you help me become Luna, I’ll make sure to repay you with my new influence.” “I don’t know his preferences,” I shrug. Whether or not I would help her is irrelevant since I don’t have the information she wants. The female’s friendly façade falls. “How tragic your life is,” she mocks, “just a regular maid who has to stand there and watch me become Luna. Once I am the king’s Luna, I vow to have you kicked out for not helping me.”

Finn wisely remained fixated on the floor. “My formidable Queen,” I said, embracing her tightly. “You are the only conquest I care about, and the only Queen who will ever stand at my side.” I leaned down, whispering against her temple, letting her feel the true joy in my scent. “Xian’na is my little sister. The heir. The one Davon and I, and the others, have been searching for.” The change in her was immediate. Her tension dissolved, replaced by a deep awe. “Your… your sister? The one with the Holy Blood?”

Who was she to laugh at that? Malric and I had a wonderful time last night. It was possibly the best date I had ever been on, and waking up in his arms this morning had brought me a happiness I had never felt before. “She is nothing to Malric. He told me himself. He doesn’t want her. She was brought here for one purpose… to breed. He is just too chivalrous. He won’t do it unless she is willing.” She said, and I reached out instinctively to grab the wall beside me as the world around me began to tilt and a shot of pain tore through my chest as the words echoed in my mind.

Selena felt that she had everything a woman could ever wants. A loving husband, wonderful sons and sweet daughter. She has it all! Perhaps, Selena was fated to be a royal. She was a princess who went through so much and at last, she became a queen! She really has it all!

Byron rolled his eyes like an idiot and Violet muttered, “Look who decided to join the party.” “There is no party, Violet. All I see is the funeral of backstabbers.” I retorted angrily and marched closer to the trio but Kovan exclaimed, “I surrender the throne… just let her be, Byron. You can have the throne–” I cut in, “If you are surrendering the throne because you think I am a weak female who can’t protect herself, then I put a claim on the throne before every Lycan of Royal Hills.” My claim created an uproar.

she speaks casually while looking around at the guests. “Yes, but I didn’t want to spoil this auspicious ceremony by inviting a derogatory woman like you,” Arles have now maintained his calm but still there’s this edge to his voice that tells otherwise. The guests snicker at Arles’ insult while Ishtar’s head snaps towards him and the smile drains off her face. She clenches her teeth while she glares at him. She is losing her calm. She looks at me then at the crown lying by my feet. “That throne belongs to me!” She roars while I watch her calmly. Vesta is clawing at my chest to let her out so that she could show her who’s more capable for the throne.

On the other side of the door, Lady Morgan was pleading with the man, knowing full well that nothing could be done to stop them. "The kingdom doesn't have the time to be without its queen. Katherina Daventin is the sole successor to the throne." The man said firmly, trying not to alarm the lady even more. Katherine stepped back in surprise after hearing her name. She quickly went back to her room and changed out of her nightgown before making her way to the maid's quarters to look for Eleanor. To her surprise, she couldn't find the person she was looking for. She passed by some of the maids that were holding fresh sheets in the hands.

"I demand the throne father not a marriage degree." The rebel princess stood up on her feet as the whole family of 4 looked at her with wide open eyes. "That's too cunning of you, princess Rosemary. The throne is meant to be your brother's, how can you ask such a big thing-" The raging step mother's angry comment was soon heard at the dining too but cutting the statement off in the middle the angry princess glared at her. "I am not asking, I am demanding it. It's my possession after my father. Also I have no brother. I am the only child of this dynasty, the throne is obviously mine cause I am the pure blood!"

“Unless, of course, you would prefer to keep it yourself. You might ask them.” “You had no right,” I said. My voice trembled, but I forced myself to continue. “That was not yours to throw away. That was Canmore.” Her smile widened, though her eyes narrowed. “And Canmore no longer rules. The kingdom belongs to me. The throne belongs to me. It is my face they will greet now.” I met her gaze, forcing the words through clenched teeth. “Then replace it with mine.” For a moment, she was silent, studying me as though weighing whether I was worth speaking to at all. Her hair framed her face in darkness, her features sharpened by the shadows. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, yet each word

When Lillian finished, Lunaria stepped forward, her voice clear and strong. "I, too, have a claim to the throne," she began. "My father, the late king, left a will that explicitly states I am to inherit the throne. I have the heirloom, which is the symbol of our kingdom's power and authority. And I have the support of many nobles and advisors who believe I am the rightful queen." Lillian snorted, her face twisting in disdain. "A will? That's just a piece of paper. Anyone can forge a will. And the heirloom? That's just a trinket. It doesn't prove anything."