Novel & Cerita Every Scar Will Build My Throne

During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe. In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom. Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?" I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot. In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past noon, the police would surround my home. "Lyra Vale, you’re suspected of intentional homicide. You need to come with us." Elan’s enraged family had then rushed forward and stabbed me repeatedly. I died again. In my third life, I ran to the city plaza, started a livestream, and rapped on camera, turning every viewer into my alibi. That night, the police still came. "The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us." At the station, they pulled up surveillance footage. It clearly showed me sneaking into the gala hall, arguing with Elan, then picking up a knife and stabbing him straight in the back. I was completely stunned. Three days later, I took a bullet. After endless rebirths, I finally laughed in anger. This time, I stormed straight into the gala hall, pressed a knife across Elan's throat, and said, "This is a kidnapping."

Anya Thornveil, the Beta’s first daughter, has lived her life as the unwanted one—mocked for her looks, ignored by her family, and overshadowed by her beautiful sister. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally scents her fated mate… only to be publicly rejected by him, the Alpha’s golden son. His cruel words humiliate her before the entire pack, leaving her shattered. In her pain, Anya cries out to the Moon Goddess, begging for an answer. The Goddess does not stay silent. Instead of letting her drown in rejection, she grants Anya something rare—a second chance mate. A man stronger, darker, and more devoted than she could have ever imagined. Years later, Anya returns no longer the “ugly daughter,” but a woman reborn from her scars. The Alpha’s son, who once despised her, now looks at her with regret burning in his eyes. But Anya is no longer his to claim, her true bond lies with the one who chose her, not the one who broke her. The rejected thorn has become the Moon’s chosen bloom. And this time, she will not be broken.

“I sat on his lap, my face inches from his, my breath unsteady, his heat pressing against me as his eyes held mine. He dropped the cigar into a tray, leaned in, and his lips almost touched mine, but at the last moment I shifted, pulling back, and his low chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Oh, girl, you do not want to go down that path,” he said, his fingers tracing down the line of my neck until suddenly he stilled, his hand brushing against the tattoo marked into my skin. He leaned in closer, reading aloud in a low voice. “Jareth Gleb.” The name froze the air between us. “That’s… my father’s name,” I whispered, my breath shaky, and the moment the words left me, I saw the shock flash across his face. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me off his lap so fast I stumbled. ” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Paris was born of divine blood, a Zara Spiritborn, daughter of beauty and seduction itself. Her face could stop hearts, her presence could ruin men. After losing her parents, she fell under the rule of her cruel stepmother, Selene, who turned her beauty into a weapon. By day, Paris was a princess. By night, she was the realm’s most desired stripper, dancing for masked Alphas who would pay mountains of gold just to touch her. Betrayed by the boy she loved and sold to Vincent the mad king, unknowingly to pay off a debt, only to discover that this tyrant is none other than her father’s brother. A man whose cruel hands are capable of untold violence and unspeakable desire. But passion bends every law, every taboo. Vincent finds himself falling for Paris is his niece and the only woman he should never desire but yet cannot resist.

"I, Torey Black, Alpha of the Black Moon reject you." His rejection hit me instantly. I couldn't breathe, unable to catch my breath as my chest heaved up and down, my stomach churning, unable to hold myself together as I watched his car speed down the driveway and away from me. I couldn't even comfort my wolf, she immediately retreated to the back of my mind, prohibiting me from speaking to her. I felt my lips wobble, my face scrunching up as I attempted to hold myself together but failing miserably. Weeks had passed since I last saw Torey my heart seeming to break a little bit more as the days went by. But lately, I found that I was pregnant. Werewolves pregnancies were much shorter than a human's. With Torey being an Alpha, it cut the time down to four months, whereas a Beta would be five, Third in Command would be six and a regular wolf would be between seven and eight. As suggested, I headed to bed, my mind full of questions and wonders. Tomorrow was going to be intense, there were a lot of decisions to be made. *Only for ages 18 and older.*---Two teenagers, a party and the unmistakable mate.

Even being the late King's son can't guarantee you the throne of Serenacia, as the system is different from any other kingdom you've heard. A kingdom filled with power, control, freedom and most importantly, Gods. Gods who can strike you down just with the mere snap of their fingers and also God's who would strike you down and leave you speechless, based on their physique and attractiveness. But it isn't all about that, as the throne of Serenacia is open for a new king of Gods to rule them, yet it isn't so simple as in Serenacia, if a king dies before passing the throne to his heir, then all the generations of the bloodline of God's would have to compete for the throne once again, and that hasn't been done since the last thousand years. Nevertheless, it's isn't just about the throne, as love interest and triangles are formed, after all its no fun if no one catches feelings.

One night was supposed to be enough. Damien Vale never does repeats. The cold-hearted CEO takes what he wants and leaves before sunrise. But when he spends one explosive night with the sharp-tongued bartender who calls him on his bullshit, the rules shatter. Now Damien shows up at the bar every single night at the same time. No explanation. No promises. Just raw, filthy need that neither of them can quit. Kai swore he’d never fall for another rich man who treats him like a dirty secret. Yet every night he finds himself waiting, aching, letting Damien push him further than he’s ever gone. One night became every night. And soon, neither of them will be able to pretend it’s still just sex.

. "I WILL NOT WAKE HIM" My voice thunders through the large throne room. All who reside in it are brought to their knees. Cowering and bowing their heads. I take a sharp inhale and the wave of power leaves them and they return to their previous positions. Another member of my court approaches, I nod allowing her to come forward. Her long green dress, compliments her light brown hair and golden eyes. "Mara, what say you?" Alarich takes her hand and guides her forward "My beautiful queen, only your blood can wake him, if you see it fit to subdue him after and place him back to rest. My men and I will happily comply" I smile at her and Alarich. "You think it's that easy. I will not be weak. You know this and he will see to it I am, specially if I carry his child". Alarich places a gentle kiss to Mara's forehead. Grateful for his loves presence and offer. "Majesty your mark moves, it longs for him" She looks up at me with hopeful eyes. "Oh Mara, I cannot allow him back into the world. I am strong enough to take a rebellion on by myself, no one can kill me with this mark and no one else can hold it, whilst I'm alive. "You ask me to wake the only one who can kill me?"

I took the casino business Angelina, my stepsister, had always wanted. The very next day, the heir of the Corleone family who was Angelina's childhood companion knocked on my door. With that deep, captivating face, he asked, “Principessa Annelise, what’s the point of those bloody businesses? Why don’t I take you to enjoy a life of real pleasure?” So, I agreed without hesitation. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sealed those lips I had long wanted to taste. After that, I began frequently skipping internal mafia meetings. I let the businesses in my hands fall into decline, little by little. I spent extravagantly. Every day, I only cared about indulging in pleasure with Lorenzo in high-end clubs and private yachts. That was until my father, the don, fell gravely ill. The night before the family leaders gathered to choose the new don, he served me in bed and asked me to hand over control of the family to Angelina at the meeting. I knew that was his true purpose for approaching me. However, this time, I only quietly touched the don’s ring hidden beneath my pillow, the symbol of the family’s highest power. “You’ve given me a great experience this past year. But the power of the don is too tempting. For the next game, I won’t be playing with you.”

Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it was never been love. It was blood. Even her name has a red on it. Blood that she hates. If she will have the time to turn back things on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love will going to do its way to get way of the love she thrown at. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red.

They called me wolfless. Weak. Worthless. On my eighteenth birthday, my fated mate, the future Alpha, rejected me in front of the entire pack. The mate bond I'd dreamed of shattered into a thousand pieces, and I was exiled with nothing but the clothes on my back and a broken heart. But what they didn't know was that I was never wolfless. I was cursed. For five years, I disappeared. I trained in secret. I grew stronger. And when my curse finally broke, my wolf emerged—a Celestial Wolf, the rarest and most powerful wolf in existence. Silver fur. Glowing blue eyes. Power that makes Alphas bow. Because I'm not just any werewolf. I am Aria Silvermoon, the lost heir to the throne. The rightful Queen of all werewolves. Now I'm back, and nothing will stop me from reclaiming what's mine. My ex-mate wants me back? Too late. He had his chance and chose someone else. The ruthless Alpha Kade Blackthorn wants to claim me as his? He might be the only one strong enough to stand beside a queen. This is a story of rejection and revenge. Of a broken omega who became an unstoppable force. Of fated mates, second chances, and a woman who refused to let them break her. They thought throwing me away would be the end of my story. They were wrong. This is just the beginning.