Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

I couldn't show weak emotion Infront of the people I would soon be ruling. “She has made us proud and today she will make history. Her name is Jedidiah Aaro. Come up to the throne and receive your crown my daughter.” There was a sudden hush in the entire hall. For a second, even I thought I had heard wrong and just stood rooted to my spot, a frown etched in my face, my brows furrowed. Jedidiah?

She paused, taking a step closer to the knight. "You know well that Victoria was already with child before she set foot in our kingdom. I shall not permit her to claim the crown that rightfully belonged to my mother. She may have deceived my foolish brother, but she shall not deceive me. I will claim both the crown and the throne, and you will aid me in this endeavor."

She had to find a way to gain their trust. "I understand how you feel." She began softly. "Trust me, if I were in your shoes, I would be terrified too. But you all have nothing to worry about. I have complete control over my powers, and I promise, I won't be a threat to anymore in Ashidore. All I want is to rule beside Henry, my mate." Henry smiled at her, pride evident in his eyes. When he turned and gazed at the council members, his smile vanished and he glared at all of them.

“You belong to me! The King promised you to me! Our families have been discussing our engagement for months! I am the one qualified to be crown princess—not that country bumpkin traitor!” Lord Vance steps forward, his face flushed with fury. “Your Majesty, this cannot be allowed. My daughter was promised the position of crown princess. How can a traitor to the crown wear that title?” My father raises his hand for silence. The throne room falls quiet except for the slow drip of blood from my fingers. “The woman you call your mate,” he says slowly, “defied a royal decree. She is to be executed for treason.” Through our bond, I feel Elara stiffen beside me.

A claim. The hostile Alpha wasted no time using it. "Now do you understand what you've been protecting?" "I understand it better than you do," I said. "Which is exactly why I won't hand her to anyone who wants to decide her fate before either of us knows the truth." If her blood truly had a claim to the throne, protecting her could put the crown itself in danger, not merely my own standing within it. I hadn't fully accounted for that until the words left my mouth. Every Alpha in this Council, and plenty outside it, had reason enough now to want her removed before that claim became more than a rumor whispered in a burning valley.

Maelis said, her voice carrying across the hall, “child of shadow, heir of fire, do you claim the throne of Dawnspire and all burdens it demands?” The words rang like a blade drawn in silence. Serenya’s heart pounded. She saw her mother’s face, hidden in memory. She saw the years she had lived in secrecy, a girl pretending to be no one. And she saw Kaelen—steadfast, unyielding—his gaze locked on hers as if to anchor her soul. “I claim it,” she whispered, then louder: “By fire and by starlight, I claim this throne.” The crown descended upon her brow, searing hot for a breathless instant. Her knees buckled as visions surged through her—kingdoms burning, stars falling, faces of those she loved

"I am Sylvia Velmont, daughter of Emperor Aurelius, last of the Lunar Blessed bloodline, and I stand here not to beg for mercy but to claim what was stolen from me." The room exploded into chaos. Wolves shouted, some in outrage, others in disbelief. The King merely smiled, leaning back in his throne. "There it is," He said softly, but somehow his voice carried over the din. "Treason, spoken openly. You claim my throne, slave?" "I claim the throne you murdered my father to steal," I corrected. "I claim justice for every Lunar Blessed family you slaughtered. I claim vengeance for eighteen years of torture and degradation, and I claim the life you owe for every crime committed in darkness."

I crushed that too. Kings did not indulge in pride over women they refused to claim. Still… She was not breaking. Good. Because the storm gathering around her would not be gentle. I rested my hand against the cracked wall and spoke into the silent chamber. “If I claim her, the Moon will crown her.” And crowns demanded blood. Not just hers. Mine. The realm’s. “If I do not…” My voice lowered. “She may rise anyway.” For the first time in centuries, the future refused to arrange itself into clean lines of strategy.

She said,as she waved her hand at them. They both didn't know what to say to her at that moment so they just kept quiet and bowed their heads. "We need that throne, and this is the perfect opportunity to get it to ourselves, but I'm wondering why you both are doing something that is not really serious instead of getting your ass there to claim the throne." She said again. "But mum, I was actually thinking that it is rather too early to be claiming the throne right now, besides Katrina just left with her mate this morning, and it won't be pleasing to the people if we go over to the throne today." Sienna explained.

she took my right hand into hers and pointed to the ring. "The ring... Calling me angel," she cried out. "You..." she tried to catch her breath. "Hold on," I moved one of the chairs and sat down beside her. I wrapped my arms around her as she placed her head to my chest. "You're safe with me, love."