Reclaiming The Throne Novels & Stories

Rodriguez smiled and said, "You do not have to make them believe that we are brothers, we are here for our birthright." "I demand that you step down and hand over the power to me," Rodriguez added, his eyes burning with fury. I sat still and bewildered, taken aback by their straightforwardness, as I tried to understand what was going on. I couldn't believe I'd gotten rivals to the throne just like that. It would have been much easier for me to claim the throne, but now with them, it is going to be a tough war. I couldn't believe my father had an affair with Ophelia, she was always gentle and always minding her business when she worked for mom.

“He was always a constant opposite of me. But his rebellion has led him precisely to the role I assigned him. The line has been crossed; there is no power that can pull him back now.” Jass simply raised her champagne glass once more. “Now, we wait for my son to accept the Throne and bring our heir home.”

He knelt on one knee before me on the day of his victorious return and announced me as the tribe's queen. The others all knelt and bowed in allegiance. I smiled and told Sean to rise. Then, I declared in public that I would never take another mate; I would only have Sean alone. He was instantly so touched that his golden eyes turned red with sentiment. "You don't have to do that, Lynn," he said. "Hush, Sean. Listen to me. You are enough in this life," I said. 'Well, duh. I'm not foolish enough to take on more mates and tire myself out,' I thought.

He wrapped his hand around my waist. “As I am. And we’ve let these people mess with us for too long.” He pulled away, holding onto my hand. “Moving forward, we must make sure we never give them any more leverage. We’ve had enough from them, Violetta. Our lives are about to change, and so we must too.” I creased my brow in confusion. “What do you mean by that? Is something big going to happen?” He smiled. “Of course, I’m finally going to take what belongs to me…the throne.”

“I have thought long and hard about how I could possibly repay this beautiful couple for the role they played in protecting me and your miracle prince. I want to do something for them that would mean as much as what they’ve done for me. I can think of only one thing. Therefore, I wish to relinquish my claim to the throne of Kurr and turn it over to my brother, Prince Mandrake.” The room went wild. “You can’t do that!” Drake said in surprise. “It’s yours by right.” At the sound of Drake’s protest, the room went quiet again. They were all eager to hear my response. “It may be my right by custom, but it’s your right by action,” I said. “Let’s face it. I don’t remember Kurr and what I saw of

His voice breaks, tears slipping free. Before I can argue, he stands abruptly. “Caspian should be your Beta. You’ll return to Clawford and take Kai’s throne in the meantime. Once I finish this war, Bloodthorn will be yours—the rightful heir’s. And then…” He looks away, jaw clenched. “I’ll disappear. For good. You’ll never see me again. I promise.”

It had only shifted the board. And she—Savannah Hale—was now the piece everyone wanted to control. Or destroy. Her voice was steady when she finally spoke into the darkness. “We rebuild. We take back everything. But we do it on our terms. No more shadows. No more chains.” Colton kissed the crown of her head. “Then let them come.” And in the silence that followed, Savannah felt it—not peace, not safety, but power. Raw, untested, dangerous. The throne was shattered. But from its shards, a new empire would rise.

They saw a prisoner where they should have seen a tempest, the harbinger of ruin. My return would be no mere homecoming. It would be a rebirth, a shattering of deceptions. My presence would be a haunting a reminder to those who had betrayed me that I was far from finished. I was going back to reclaim my throne stained with their blood, and I would rip it from their grasp with clawed hands if necessary. The kingdom would bend to me once more, or it would burn in the flames of my wrath.

Whoever held it, held the throne. If the king lost it, he lost everything. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face. This was almost too easy. I snatched the lock and tucked it into the folds of my cloak. Now, King Ellison would be mine to command. He would have no choice but to marry me. I would become his Luna. And the throne? That would belong to me. I turned to look at the burning palace one last time. The air was filled with screams and smoke. Tonight was just the beginning. Just like they say: The rejected stone is about to become the cornerstone.

I preferred to call it what it was: a reckoning. I took the throne that day. Not the royal seat in the Great Hall. No. I went to the ruins of the Seer Temple, where my blood first woke the shard, and raised a new seat from the scorched stones. A symbol, one carved not from legacy, but defiance. Before I sat, I burned the old oaths. Scrolls. Banners. Seals. One by one. Leofric stood at my side, silent. Loyal. "This isn’t rebellion," I said aloud. "It’s restoration. But not to the past. To something we’ve never dared to imagine."