Every Scar Will Build My Throne Novels & Stories

Not as a pawn or a prize, but as the queen he claimed I was. My father's empire, built on lies and blood, would crumble first. And as Dante's hands held me steady, I felt the coiled strength he'd seen all along begin to unfurl. The rage, the betrayal, the desire, they twisted together into something sharp and lethal. A bloody throne? Yes. I could see it now, feel it calling. And God help anyone who stood in our way.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

“Keep telling yourself that your precious Scarlett is safe. The shadows behind the throne are deeper than you know. Your fake queen will break long before you win this game. Perhaps she already has doubts. After all, what does a girl from the woods know of court intrigue? One whisper, one well-placed rumor, and the nobles will tear her apart. And when she falls… well, the throne might need a more suitable occupant.” His words hit harder than I wanted to admit, stirring a protective fury in my chest. I refused to show any reaction on my face, keeping my expression as stone. But inside, doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve. Scarlett had proven stronger than anyone expected, yet the burdens

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

Third person Scarlet was pacing the length of the empty boardroom, shaking with anger. She had been working for so many years to ensure that Lucas would inherit the throne and become Alpha King. But that infuriating, relentless Alexander just could not be killed, no matter how many plots Scarlet devised to put him in harm’s way. Her son’s rival seemed to survive everything, always coming crawling back, like a cockroach.

“That’s a lie.” Zeta scoffed. “Oh please. You’re a walking curse. Ever since you entered his life, everything went to hell.” Scarlet’s hands clenched at her sides. Thane laughed cruelly. “You loved his throne so much, you had no feeling.” The words sliced deep. Before Scarlet could speak again, they turned. Zeta and Thane walked out together, shoulders stiff. They didn’t look back. Outside, beside the black obsidian steps, Zeta stopped. Her voice dropped to a whisper, sharp as broken glass. “Try,” she said calmly. “Try to find a way to get rid of that bitch. I hate her.”

“You think this is over, don’t you? you think you’ve claimed victory. But this kingdom is still mine. And your throne? It is mine too.” My hands curled tight, fists shaking as my claws broke through. I could feel the shift coming on, my other side pushing up hard and begging me to tear into him. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice was low, tight and full of heat. “This throne belongs to me, I’ve earned it.” The figure stepped closer, their presence heavy and suffocating, like the air itself was bending around them. “You haven’t earned anything,” they said, eyes locked on mine. “The true power of this kingdom lies beneath your feet. You cannot rebuild a kingdom that was never meant to be.

I inhaled sharply, and my lips parted as I slowly exhaled. "This one is a reminder, Evangeline. The reminder that when people tried to break you; when they thought of you as a weak person and thought they could just end you with a single measly bullet; they failed. They are the ones cold, six feet under the ground and here you are, still standing, still beautiful, still strong," he whispered all the while looking into my eyes through the mirror, his lips slowly moved against my earlobe. His hand caressed the scar while the other rested over my waist, "Wear your scars with pride, Vita mia, they show who you are and the thought makes me even crazier for you. You're not a princess, you're my wa

"But My Lord, she is a Thorne—" "She is mine," Caleb growled, the word vibrating with a possessive power that made Scarlett’s own heart skip a beat. "If any of you so much as breathes in her direction without my permission, I will feed your souls to the mountain winds. Do I make myself clear?" The silence that followed was absolute. The warriors dropped their heads, their tails tucked in a gesture of profound submission. "We understand, My King." Caleb turned back to the SUV and opened the door. He reached out his hand, his expression softening only for her. "Come, Scarlett. It is time for you to see the throne you have helped me reclaim."