Fated Throne Summary Novels & Stories

"They hate each other. They’d never coordinate on a hit that messy." "Precisely. It’s a setup. A brilliant one. And the rumor is, the warrants are being signed as we speak. They’re going to move tonight. At the gala. In front of the cameras, the champagne, and the high society of this country." I sat down heavily on the velvet ottoman. The "Fated Dynasties" gala. It wasn't a celebration. It was a trap. "If the cops move on them tonight..." "Then the empires fall together," Dante finished. "And whoever held the camera, whoever fed the police, gets to inherit the ruins. They get the contracts, the lanes, and the power, while we’re busy visiting our fathers in Pretoria Central."

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

Pearl doesn’t even remember anything about our mother. Even after the Fated Plague took away the possibility of finding a fated mate, I still believed in true love, and I found mine. We barely had time to experience our own love story, but now, the Moon Goddess is granting werewolves fated mates again. Sure, I was ecstatic for Daya, our oldest sister, when she found Darius. The five of us worked so hard to ensure that they fought for their bond instead of running from it. Daya was so scared to accept Darius for fear that they would lose each other to the plague. She overcame that fear and I have never seen her happier.

Like a stormcloud crackling just before the lightning strikes. Soren had no idea what he had just unleashed. And neither, perhaps, did I. But I knew one thing for certain. The throne would no longer be decided by bloodlines twisted by dark magic. Or by betrayal. Or by lies. The throne would answer to truth. To justice. To the queen who had just awakened. And I would stand beside her until my last breath.

"The Bond That Burns" Cold stone and colder glares made up the council chamber. Figures cloaked in darkness murmured to one another. Elder Myros sat at the center, his eyes like obsidian. You bear the prophesied child. An uncommon soul, meant to either unite or destroy. I remained calm. It's still only a kid. He turned his head. You don't get it. We have waited for this for a thousand years. This is not about your suffering. This is fate.

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

To anyone observing, they looked like a perfect couple reunited after tragedy — a powerful billionaire and the woman who had miraculously survived death. But perfection was often a mask. Anthonio sitting on the couch in the living room couldn't help but glace the them, it's hard for him to believe that she was still alive, it feel familiar and strange, but at the same time he was happy for his boss. From the living room, separated only by an archway and a stretch of polished marble floor, Anthonio watched them quietly. He had served Edward for over ten years. Loyalty ran deep in his veins. He had witnessed Edward’s rise in the business world, his heartbreak four years ago, and the way he bur

If only she didn't know the truth about that throne. Fortunately for her, King Vlad had already told everything to all four kings and queens who were supposed to be taking over the throne that was supposed to be there since they were reborn with the souls of the people who had built up those kingdoms from scratch. Moon and Ocean also came to back up Dabria and Zeus. Ocean had already shifted into her wolf form, glaring at all the vampires that had surrounded her. "It's funny how you ambrosias took over the same throne your ancestors had sworn to protect with their lives. As they believed that no one else was supposed to be on that throne except for the Redford." Dabria sneered at Master Aust

I left him their and went back to the gathering and went to our table. " Favour,where is Donald" I asked. " Presh are you alright?, What's going on?, What happened?". She asked getting restless. " Presh please tell us what happened" Michael asked concerned, standing right behind me. " I just want to go home"I told them leaving the table. " But the ceremony is not over yet" favour said. " Please are you taking me home or not" I asked impatient and no one in particular. " I will take you home" Michael volunteered.

“You are crazy to say that out loud. My father was part of this pack. I… I am a true blood of this pack” “No,” another voice protested. “You seem to be forgetting. You worked here as a soldier and you said it once yourself, your mother cheated before she birthed you. We may have been damned since the day we let you take the throne for yourself,”. That hit a damn nerve. I could no longer control the rage inside me. “Guards!” I thundered. “Seize him,” The elders panicked and all gave way to avoid being dragged out of the room. The Noble struggled with the guards but he was nothing but a weak entitled prude with a mouth.