Novel & Cerita Every Scar Will Build My Throne

"I'm strong. I’ve survived the Southern Pack. I can—" "You’ve survived nothing." I reached for the collar of my robe. I pulled it down, exposing the jagged, raised surgical scar that ran across my chest. The mark where my bond had been severed and stitched back together by sheer, ugly will. "Look at this. This is what 'love' looks like in this palace. This is the price of being an Omega to a King. It isn't a fairy tale. It’s a cage with gold bars and a floor made of glass."

“Time to carve myself a throne out of blood and bones.” He stood, shaking off the remnants of his earlier lust like it was nothing. Already, his mind was racing and scheming, burning with the hunger he had never managed to quench in exile. A throne. Nightshade. And Nyla… his little sin, his partner in crime, his secret addiction. He licked his lips, whispering to the corpse on the floor as if it were an audience. “Game’s back on, darling. And this time, I’m not playing for little scraps.”

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

she continued, lifting her head, “and start fixing the broken pieces. I feel so lost right now... but I’ll make smarter moves, more calculated ones. I need peace. I need clarity.” Leonardo’s eyes gleamed with admiration. “Then go, my queen. Take the day and conquer it. And I promise, I’ll find more peace for you too. If I have to travel across the seas to dig it up myself, I will.” "you can't dig through the seas easily, you would have to employ so much work before you do that" Scarlet said smiling leonardo then made a dramatic gesture, pretending to dig with an invisible shovel, and Scarlet chuckled. “And when I dig it up,” he continued, dropping to one knee with exaggerated flair, “I’ll re

I watched him leave the room, every powerful line of him, every tattoo. Scarlett sighed softly in her cradle. I leaned over and touched her cheek. “My beautiful girl,” I whispered, “you will grow into a storm.” And when the time came? The Wolf King would pay. Sophie would bleed. And even Malik, Even Malik would learn that the Crimson Rogue was nobody’s second. Not anymore. Not ever.

The girl who had wept on the cold asphalt was gone, buried beneath the foundation of a multi-billion-dollar empire, and as I looked down at the city that now carried my footprint, I knew that the throne belonged entirely to me. "Then let them watch us rule," Marcus murmured, pulling me closer as the city glittered.

I said. I turned back to the crowd. My pulse pushed pressure against my temples. "We are not going to rebuild the Throne," I told them. The conviction was a cold, hard resolve settling into my marrow. "The Throne is a lonely chair for a man whose heart has stopped. We are going to build a Table." I spread my arms. My skeletal system groaned under the strain. "A table where the Null sits with the Highblood. Where the Rogue eats with the Citizen. Where the only thing that determines your worth is the kinetic force you bring to the fight."

"Where's your old man anyway? He didn't quite strike me as one to run away when things got a little heated." "You are a weak coward." Omar continued. Aazim was in rage and he knew it, he fanned it. "You will definitely pay for all your sins! All this for what? So you could take the throne? So you could have Mariam to your perverted self? I warn you Aazim, stop this madness of yours before it eats you up!" "Madness you say?!" He laughed. "If this is madness then it is very well welcomed! If this is what it takes to restore me to my rightful place, then yes!"

Book One: Scarred Queen Don't see no colours like you, but you ask me to, Ask me to see the things you do, Think the way you do. Fuck the way I feel, the way I feel for you. Loyal is everything to you, but you want me too, You take me too, I ain't gonna be for you, Not loyal no more, not if I go. Fuck the way you do, obsessed with you too. Why you gotta take, take everything for you,

I run a finger along the edge of the throne admiring the beauty under me. It’s ethereal. The gems reflect the lights as my fingers expose them in a tiny pattern to the light above me. The throne speaks power in itself, and as my finger brushes the surface I feel the surge of light in me; a surge to make people understand how rightfully I deserve the power.