Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

"The Dark Lord Khaos is no more." Ronan nodded in agreement, his gaze still fixed on Khaos's lifeless burnt form. "The throne is ours once more," he said, his voice firm. "We have reclaimed it, and none shall take it from us again." he did a slow bow to his granddaughter, who is now Queen Dynaris, The sleeping Dragon who we first met, stepped forward, placing a crown upon her head. "I crown thee 'Queen Dynaris' rightful heir to the City of Dragons," She watched in amazement as the miracle of the prophecy happened before her eyes.

Emily, he honestly spoke. "I'm sorry, Emily, for the fact that you are my best friend, my childhood friend, as that doesn't mean you should predict my life for me. I am in love with my bodyguard; I do not care about the outcome." Isabella sounded it, pure, without going back. "Listen, then the custom and tradition of this kingdom may forbid it. Again, trying to deprive me of my right, as the queen, even when I never wanted it. I have decided to fight for the throne. I shall be fully crowned the queen; I shall rule this kingdom. Taking it to its promised land is my priority. I am not as weak as my brother, who couldn't stand for the throne he claims to be his." Isabella, the tone could sound

“We don’t know what this is. We don’t know if she’s lying.” Nova looked pained. “I wish I were.” I turned to her. “Then why not take the throne yourself?” “I tried,” she whispered. “I sat on it. I bled on it. But it didn’t want me.” I stared at her. “Because you’re not the heir.” She nodded once. “But you are.” And then the wind shifted. Every branch stilled. Every leaf held its breath. From behind the throne, the trees parted— And something began to crawl through.

“Be strong for your mother, okay?” “Yes,” she whispered. I finally stood, brushing the wrinkles from my skirt. “I should go,” I said gently. “But I’ll visit again soon. And if you need anything... anything at all, you send for me, understood?” She wiped her cheeks and nodded quickly. “Yes, my lady.” I had just turned towards the door when her voice called after me. “My lady... wait.” I stopped and turned back, confused. “Yes?” She was sitting upright now. “You and his highness…” she began, her voice trembling. “You both deserve the throne, and even if it comes down to voting… the entire pack is behind you. All of us.”

She was already ashamed of herself for not being able to keep any secrets from Ralph and her brother just removed the last piece of shame. She could break Luc’s leg with the rage that’s building up in her but she didn’t want to give moron the satisfaction of rattling her brain. She lifted her head high, stepping towards the throne. “I didn’t get this thing for you.” She sits on it, her eyes holding his provocative gaze. Challenging him to break her. “I got this for myself. This is MINE.” She declared with pride and stubbornness. That’s right. Technically this thing belongs to her because she got this throne back on her own terms. She owns it now.

I got up quickly and blocked her way. “There is no emergency about that. It has been a tiring day for everyone. Let it rest for tonight. We will take care of everything in the morning,” I said and gently pulled her back to bed. “Nobody can take the throne away from me. No one,” Maureen said passionately. “It is your destiny, Reen, and no one can take it from you. You and Sheila are both the mother of this kingdom and no one can stand in the way of that,” I said and made her place her head on my chest.

Her reflection closest to her whispered: “You never wanted the throne.” And finally, She said it aloud. “I never wanted to lead,” Liora whispered. “I just wanted to survive.” The mirrors rippled. Cracked. Another version of her hissed: “Then why fight so hard to win?” Liora bowed her head. “Because no one else would.” A silence followed, Then, Every mirror shattered, The room exploded with light. And she stood now… On the throne. Ashen stood below, Kael, to his right. Liolai, at the steps. And the crowned one, Now kneeling. The golden quill hovered before her. “You spoke the truth,” they said.

She was using my mate as a battery. “Kaden failed,” the witch sneered, her face twisting grotesquely through the fire. “But I won’t. You’ve taken too much, Klaus Black. Your pack. Your mate. Your precious land. All of it—should’ve been his. But you… and your whore mother stole fate.” “DON’T YOU FUCKIN DARE TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER” I roared back at her. “I am the HEIR to the throne and I will take it”

She was planning to claim the position, and then give it to the rightful heir to the throne. She knew it was going to be a long fight especially the fact that she was a human, but she will give in her all. She hoped that her unborn baby grandfather would help her since he was almost the leader once. She has a lot of of people that would love and support her to fight for what belonged to Tristan's real son. She texted his mother right on the spot, and asked if they could meet. Ezra was with the person who was giving him instructions, and they were so happy that they would take over the throne.

“I want to take what is mine. Now that I have a daughter, I long for a son. With you. Harad, Xanne, you and I can live together, that is the intention of the Moon Goddess. We must rule the Kingdom, it is predestined.” I shake my head confidently. “I would rather forsake my claim to the throne! I will never give in to such wickedness,” I declared with determination. “And as for convincing Harad, don't even try. You will never succeed with him either. Take my word for that.” “Well, then I have no choice but to take action against you!” he answered calmly. “No matter what happens, I will claim and mark you.”...