Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

They are going to break all the boundaries to stand above others. It's not a race for the throne. It's a war for the throne. "Today, I am going to announce the race of the throne officially. From this day, the race starts and it will end, exactly after six months from this day." She said in her loud and clear voice and everyone gasped after hearing her. And the war begins!

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

"What if there were another who could claim the throne instead of Alaron? Would you support them as they supported the Empress?" Orhan could see where this was going but before he could answer, his son interrupted. "You have no claim on the the throne, Emperor Devrim!" "Not me…" Devrim answered with a smile. He motioned to the girl by his side. "If Prince Alaron has a claim to the throne, so does Princess Mairwen." All eyes shifted to the blue-eyed girl. "I will represent my mother and lay down my claim on her behalf when she returns. Either way, you have a champion who is alive and well." Mairwen pinched at the pillow below her as she waited for their response.

She looks surprised while sniffing her nose. “This is your home, you can't leave it for anyone, not for Richard, and not for that untamed beast who wants to be king,” “So what would you have me do," “Fight, I want you to fight for your rightful place on the throne, you are the only one and true heir. So it is your right to sit on the throne of your father, I will stand by you no matter what,” she said staring deep into my eyes. “I don't want to lose you,

“I have time go back to my mate, I choose Ash over this title. I want to be with my mate” she says boldly to him ready to stand her ground if he tried to object her words. “As much as what you said sounded absurd to me, you cannot relinquish your throne. Think about the people who have sacrificed their lives just so that you could claim your inheritance. Your parents didn’t escape with you just so that you could leave throne they worked so hard to keep, your uncle didn’t assume the throne filling in for them so that you could say this.

It made my skin crawl on itself. "Then where are you going?" "You forget that I am still the host of tonight's Soiree. I have things to see to so that it all goes smoothly." "If that is so, then come give me your blessing too before you leave," Camille invited. For a moment, I felt as if something was fishy, like they wanted to keep me here longer. I looked at Clara one last time, nodded as a signal before walking over to Camille. I placed my hand forward. "Purity comes from the Moon and true leadership from the goddess. Tonight, I declare that the rightful Queen— chosen by the Moon goddess herself— successfully ascends the throne."

“What will be done if the child turns out to be his? Will he ascend the throne as the child's father? How will my brother claim my child?” She shook her head. “I didn't mean that your brother will claim your child. Well, let's wait till his return so we can sort it out together.” she stood and bowed before twitching out of the room. What does she plan to do? That her son will claim to own the child and ascend the throne? I'm very sure that guy isn’t my brother, and if it gets out, he will have no right to the throne…but having to claim that my baby belongs to him will be a way to succeed.

“Claim what is yours.” Ava stepped forward. “I am Ava Pierce,” she said. “Daughter of Selene. Blood of the First Queen. Marked by the Moon, but made by fire.” “The Council calls me dangerous. Untamed. Unworthy.” “Let them tremble—because they’re right.” She raised her hand—and the flames behind her roared. “I claim no throne made by old men.” “I build a new one. And if they want my blood for it—they’ll have to bleed first.”

she dropped her gaze to the broken figure, "You owe me your life; I believed in you when no one else did, I made you even though you were not mine." she dropped her bag on the floor, walked up to Ruslan, and squatted before him; gazing into his eyes, she murmured, "I still have that power, son; I can make you Pakhan in a..." She snapped her finger, "You will ascend, Ruslan. You will take it although it's not yours; I will put you in that seat," She smiled slyly, "But like you said, will I go out of my way for you when you do nothing for me."

Immense power like nothing before. The light vanishes. Silence crashes through the room so heavily I can hear my own breathing. “No,” one elder whispers shakily. “This cannot happen again.” “She carries all bloodlines,” another says. “A true royal. The gods have spoken.” “The throne right..” “She could claim every kingdom.” “I don’t want to,” I say immediately. My voice cuts through the panic sharply. Everyone turns toward me. “I do not want anyone’s throne.” The room remains deathly still.