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Molten chain. The one that hisses when we try to name it. The Empty Throne. --- It has no temples. No priests. No laws. Only memory. And one heir. An heir who refused to sit. When Nyxara turned from it, The throne did not fall silent. It screamed. Not in sound— It has no mouth. But in a ripple. In waves. In reckoning. --- I feel it hit me first, like a phantom hand closing around my ribs. The scream moves through the bones of the world—

One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried. After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests. "Boy, that throne is... how do I put it?" Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair. "It's something never brought out on the day of a champion's crowning as Alpha King," the latter responded. Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!"

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

I came to correct a theft. His gaze moved from Kiyomi to me. One queen was made. One princess was hidden. Neither belongs on that throne. Kiyomi straightened. Hayate caught her arm. She pulled free. Then whose throne is it? Cael touched the black veins along his face. Mine. The chamber answered with laughter. Not human. It came from beneath the water. The two thrones turned inward. A third seat rose between them. Black stone. No crown. Only a deep groove shaped like a coiled serpent.

At thirty, Cole was broad-shouldered and easy-smiled and so comfortable in that charcoal suit that it looked like he'd been born in it. He didn't look for me. He always used to look for me first. Behind them, Caden Holt stood with one hand on his daughter's shoulder. The Lycan Chairman. 6'3". Silver at his temples. Shoulders that filled a doorframe. Storm-grey eyes that swept the room the way a weapon swept a field slowly, deliberately, missing nothing. He didn't look at me either. Nobody did. "Mara." Theo appeared at my side from somewhere. My brother was twenty-three, their mother's jaw, eyes that showed everything he felt whether he wanted them to or not. Right now they were showing pure

Dancing and swirling in the most enchanting patterns, carving themselves in the wood. The doors fly open and the vines and flowers continue to flow and carve the stone walls. The display of vines end on the black throne on the far side of the massive hall. People within gasp and cheer. Clapping and bowing as I walk with the master and take my seat upon the throne. The robed man stands and addresses the crowd. "YOUR QUEEN" he bellows and the crowd erupt "Long may she reign"

he roared. After calling dozens of times with no response, the frustrated Henry threw his phone to the ground, shattering it. He approached the guards and barked, "I'm an Alpha! I order you to open this door, or there will be consequences!" This threat had no effect on the guards. The banquet hall belonged to the Alpha King, and holding a mating ceremony here required paying a hefty fee. Not only that, but it also needed the Alpha King's approval. That was why so many Alphas desperately wanted to hold their ceremonies at this place. It was a symbol of wealth and power. It also meant their bond had been blessed by the Alpha King.

“We go back. But we’re not going to live in the shadows anymore, Elara.” “Then where?” *********** Vane pulled a small, black key from his pocket. It wasn't the key to the Obsidian Manor. It was a key made of white gold and obsidian, fused together. “There’s a throne in the High Court that’s been empty since the beginning of time,” Vane said. “The Throne of the Eclipse. It requires two rulers—one who has seen the bottom of the abyss, and one who has broken the light.” He looked at her, his smirk returning—the one that made her want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.

The throne stood empty. And the silence of the kingdom deepened, waiting for the choice that would break it.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON