Fated Throne Summary Novels & Stories

The Heart of Reality. 💔 There had never been a fourth. Or so they believed. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Throne The book revealed another memory. 🌙 Ancient ruins appeared around them. A massive palace. Larger than kingdoms. Built from black crystal. 🖤 Four thrones stood inside. Not three. Four. 👑👑👑👑 The first belonged to the King. The second to the Guardians. The third to the Heart. And the fourth…

He looked at me. But you succeeded. Then what do you want? The throne. My family moved closer. I shook my head. You can't have it. The First King smiled. I don't need to take it. Then what? He pointed toward the throne. It has already chosen me. The throne suddenly lit up. A golden symbol appeared above his head. My fourth son gasped. He's telling the truth. I looked at him. How do you know? Because I saw this future. What happens?

At the however, this flat changed quickly when Cordelia he died during childbirth, along with her firstborn and heir to the throne. Azazel was overcome with grief after Cordelia died. Many believe what he was due to this pain that the Fate decided to pass the throne to Zagan, the second son of his family and warrior. Zagan was never meant to be king. It wasn't in his nature. However, he was a fair and just ruler, leading his people with a gentle but firm hand. As I continued to study the scene in front of me, I noticed that Minnie was also in the group of werewolves receiving instructions from Casimir.

" You are destined to rule more than just hell... I'm sure the Oracle told you what you would become when you made the right choice... If you get out of hell, if you never come back, someone has to take it over. And, ironically, your human friends are destined for hell. Why don't you see the connections? "Because that's what Faye is there for," I replied with little conviction. She's ruling for me, since Vraxlon died and I'm up here. She is next in the line of succession to the throne, in case anything happens to me. And I don't want you to keep trying to put things in my head. I know how my world works in your hierarchy, there are at least four fallen angels to occupy the throne, and I know

Both of them have already gotten their wings, but my 21st birthday isn't too far away. As the heir of the Iron Throne, my coming of age was no small ordeal, and while I wasn't the biggest fan of being in the spotlight, I knew it was something I would have to get used to. "Are you excited for the tournament? I'm so jealous!" Chiara mutters. My fathers idea. Four Fae males, competing for my heart through a series of challenges. Men that my dad considered to be worthy of me and worthy of taking the throne with me.

Their heads bowed, throats bared. And then came the sound—hands beating against their chests, right fists pounding over hearts as voices rose as one, calling her name. “Alpha!” “Alpha!” “Alpha Evandra!” The title thundered against the stone walls of the fortress, rolling like storm clouds. Submission, not to Tristan, not to Lefu or Osiris or Balor—but to her. Her mates stood frozen, stunned. Evandra herself shook as the fog of Alpha power settled into her bones, claiming her soul in full. She had not asked for this throne, yet it had chosen her. And the war, for a heartbeat, went utterly still.

“And whether we deserve it.” After a beat, Kael stepped forward and set his war sigil down beside the raven feather. “Frostreach stands with Bloodmoon.” Daren followed, slower. “Northwatch, too.” The Flameborn twins added their mark. Thorne hesitated… but then laid her ring of Ashfen on the table. One by one, the packs pledged. Selene straightened. Then lifted her blade, planting it into the center of the war map. “This is the last stand,” she said. “We gather in three nights. Ready to march. Ready to burn every pit he’s built and end the bloodline of Deathborn once and for all.”

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

“We track down the hidden entrance to the mountain and find the throne Kael mentioned.” Elias nodded. “But we’ll have to go through the old warlands. They’re crawling with Reapers, and the mountain itself is cursed.” “Cursed?” Serena echoed. “It was sealed after the First Rebellion,” Theron explained. “By your ancestors. The throne Kael spoke of... it was abandoned because the last queen went mad after sitting on it.” Serena swallowed. “Why?” Elias finally spoke. “They say the throne doesn’t just grant power. It tests it. Judges you. And if it finds you unworthy, it consumes you.”

With a big cheesy smile, Theo’s hands are up in surrender now. “Second in Command, Beta Theo, at your service.” Theo lowers his hands, offering one to Lorcan. My Fated accepts, making Theo flinch at his strength. “Thank you so much, sir. I just got out of summit escort duty. And welcome home, my King.” To our surprise, Theo abruptly turns around and proudly announces his King. “Warriors, our lovely Queen Kimarhi has found her fated! Welcome, Our King Lorcan home, and form up!” Theo whistles a tune, and all the warriors march forward.