Claiming Her Throne Novels & Stories

They chorused, but I didn’t flinch or spare a glance at them. “I am the rightful owner of this throne.” My voice came, powerful, intimidating and fierce. They exchanged glances at each other. Kayla laughed. “You? The rightful owner? That throne has always been reserved for the most powerful of them all and tonight, it’s the Moon Heiress’s special throne.”

I asked again, my voice barely holding together. She leaned down so we were eye level. “I am the rightful owner of the throne your daughter is trying to steal.” I stared at her, my vision blurring, my body shaking so badly the chair rattled beneath me. “That’s not possible,” I whispered. “There is no throne for a woman like you.” Her smile widened slightly. “That’s what they told me too.” “I don’t understand,” I said, my voice breaking. “Bailey is nothing. She was nothing before this.”

“Go on.” “So like, are we just spying on the royal family or killing someone there?” His eyes darken with something unlike anything I've ever seen or maybe I'm imagining it. “You'll be killing the entire royal family.” “All of them?” Shane asks, shocked. Rhea and I gasp. “The princes, princesses, the king. Yes, Shane, all but don't touch the crown prince's mother, the queen. She's mine to deal with. All you need to do is capture her.”

They know I must know when things happen so I can act accordingly, and if Henri just let that bitch take over MY throne. I take a deep breath outside the door before knocking. They don’t know who I really am, nor that I have a rightful claim to the throne, and they do not need to either. It’s going to be the surprise of the century when I take the throne for myself, sitting as a reigning Queen of all, but first I need to make sure Henri still tells me everything, and along the way he is going to be eliminated along with his stupid family. When I don’t need them anymore, they are dead.

I shook my head. "The baby." His hand immediately went to my stomach. The baby kicked. Kael exhaled. "Still fighting." I smiled faintly. "Like his father." The Bone-Crowned Queen stepped from the trees. "Like his mother." Kael moved in front of me. "What do you want?" "The throne." "You won't get it." She smiled. "I don't need to." Kael frowned. "What does that mean?" She looked at me. "The throne has already chosen."

I found myself cornered, torn between a legacy etched in history and a present-day promise I couldn’t abandon. The mask of the possessive fated mate instantly melted from Eluna’s face, replaced by the naked ambition of the power-hungry wolf. This Alpha Female wasn't hunting for a connection with, she was hunting for the Throne, for undisputed authority and political status. “I can assure you that neither you nor Farah have any claim whatsoever to that position,” I assured her, delivering the statement with venomous certainty. Before she could launch a counter-attack, the King intervened, his voice carrying the forced amusement of a patriarch irritated by squabbling children.

A queen claiming her throne. She'd marked her territory. Claimed her prize in the most public way possible. And she wanted me to witness every moment of it.

she said. She turned toward the window, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked out at the city below. “Vanessa was a fire,” she said. “Useful, bright and destructive.” She turned back to me, her eyes settling on mine. “But fire burns out.” I kept my breath steady. “But you don’t,” she continued softly. I said nothing. She stepped closer, stopping just far enough to respect the space I refused to surrender. “So I’m offering you a throne,” she said. “Power beyond Valehart. Beyond your brothers.”

He took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and held them up to his chest. "As for the pointless speculation about our private lives, I will address this only once." "The woman standing beside me, Miss Scarlett Falcone." "She is the Co-Chair of the new group, and my sole ally." "And, my future wife." With those words, all the slander, all the rumors, were instantly crushed by the absolute weight of power and position. The live stream comments went wild, a torrent of insults transforming into a uniform wave of congratulations. Nico had tried to use public opinion to destroy me, but he had only become the stepping stone for my and Vincent's coronation.

Body claimed and used in the most delicious ways. The heat was rising, and soon it would consume everything in its path. Lila would pay. Kael would break. And Darius would claim what was always meant to be his. The Shadowed Queen was no longer waiting.