Reclaiming The Throne Novels & Stories

All I am asking at this point is for you to take back what's rightfully yours ,I dare you to do that . I looked at Aidan but not even a single emotion ran out of my Face . "you know what Aidan ,I understand the fact that you are looking out for me and making sure that I take what you believe is mine ,but then you know what I went through trying to secure that throne and all those that I had to deal with ,you know those were the most traumatizing event of my life and you know what buddy ,am not going back to those things ,they can have the throne and crown of they want but definitely not me ,am not going back just to have another episode of I have to live like a slaves and hiding everyday jus

"Fair enough. I want the throne, Tahlia. Not Silver Ridge's borrowed authority, propped up by an alliance that spent twenty-five years hunting our bloodline to extinction. The real one. The one that belonged to Northridge before the purge erased everyone who carried it — everyone but me, and now you." "You want to overthrow the crown." "I want to reclaim what was stolen. There's a difference, though I understand why it doesn't feel like one from where you're standing." He took a single step closer, and I forced myself not to retreat. "Everything I've done — the years rebuilding alliances in the north, the warning I sent you, even tolerating a man like Corwin long enough to let him weaken thi

He’s tearing through the control I have on our body, trying to take us to her so we can finally claim her as ours. As I’m fighting for control I can feel how Rohan is having the same problem, his wolf Hyde at the surface clawing to get through. Rohan, wanting the same thing as his wolf, follows his instinct almost immediately and shoots away like a bullet to the northeast. I quickly catch up and run next to my brother as we listen to our wolves guiding us to our mate’s location. The buzzing in my body is telling me how close we are and I push myself to run even faster, running head to head with Rohan.

A person enveloped in darkness sat on the throne, a menacing presence that seemed to permeate from every corner of the chamber. Luna and Phillip took a step forward, swords were drawn. "It's over," Phillip declared emphatically and unequivocally. "We're here to put an end to all of this." The person on the throne laughed softly and menacingly. "You are too late," it stated coldly and cruelly. "The darkness has already won." Luna was terrified, but she refused to give up. She'd traveled too far to let the darkness prevail this time. "We'll see about that," she responded as she raised her sword.

Byron rolled his eyes like an idiot and Violet muttered, “Look who decided to join the party.” “There is no party, Violet. All I see is the funeral of backstabbers.” I retorted angrily and marched closer to the trio but Kovan exclaimed, “I surrender the throne… just let her be, Byron. You can have the throne–” I cut in, “If you are surrendering the throne because you think I am a weak female who can’t protect herself, then I put a claim on the throne before every Lycan of Royal Hills.” My claim created an uproar.

He starts to purr. "Those two are going to be trouble," Primus smiles. "I can just see how they'll terrorize the palace staff." Palace. Suddenly I am hit with a wave of nostalgic homesickness for our castle by the water. "We aren't returning to Ridgewood, are we?" His face falls. "Not if I'm to be King. I'm sorry, Carnelia." I nod, understanding. "How are we going to make this work?" I walk into his arms and he holds me close to his heart. "According to Thalan, I'm the rightful Sun Queen. I might be expected to take the throne in the Southern Continent."

"You'd be leaving if I refused?" Adler nodded, "But not alone this time. A couple of us would like to watch you run your empire all by yourself." The corner of his lips stretched, "I could commit treason, force you out of leadership, but that's boring and a bad foundation for myself." Adler leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms casually. "So, what's it going to be, Dad? Are you going to relinquish control peacefully, or do we have to make things a bit more... dramatic?"

“What do I have to do?” “I’m not relinquishing Billie for free, Steele. You know that. But perhaps there is something you can offer me in exchange.” My eyes slid over to Muriel. “Like what?” “Your territory. Or if pride still bedevils you, you could hand over that unicorn and we’ll call it even.” I didn’t trust a word he said. Even if I gave up Muriel and was satisfied with what the dragons were after, David would still end up laying siege to Grandbay for our territory and resources. “That’s not happening.”

"The one near the lake. We’ll build a fence so high the world can’t find us unless we want it to. I’m stepping down, Syl. I’m appointing a board to run the day-to-day. I’m done being the king of the mountain." "You mean it?" I asked, searching his eyes. "I mean it," he said firmly. "I almost lost the only things that give the mountain any value. I’m not making that mistake again." We sat in that golden haze of "after," basking in the glow of a victory that felt total. We had beaten the odds. we had survived the cellar, the woods, and the betrayal of blood. We were the victors of a war that had nearly consumed us.

And revenge. They thought they’d beaten me today. That the war was over. But all they did was awaken a version of me I’d spent years trying to bury. And this time, I wasn’t fighting for appearances. I was fighting for blood. ---