Reclaiming The Throne Novels & Stories

Has peace been ripped from my destiny before I was even born? “Isn’t there another way forward?” Dorian’s voice cracked through the tension, thick with desperation. I clenched my fists, forcing the tremor out of my voice. “I have a throne to reclaim,” I said, each word heavy as stone. “If I don’t, chaos will swallow everything I hold dear. Too much will be lost.” I looked at her—hoping, praying—that for once, she would listen. That she would see I wasn’t just some piece on her board, but someone carrying more than anyone should bear.

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.”

I muttered, already turning back to the shelves. “Get to work,” he said eagerly. “I’ll handle the rest.” When he left, the library fell silent once more. Minutes passed. Then more. Finally, my fingers froze over a thick, cracked leather-bound book hidden behind several others. My heart pounded as I pulled it free. There it was. The rule. In the absence of the reigning king, the rightful heir may reclaim the throne, regardless of prior abdication or forceful removal. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips.

“ What do I do now?” “ You can go through with the meeting scheduled this evening. The Queens have already been notified and the heir is more than willing to meet with you and negotiate terms for his support…” “ Lobbying!” I yelled at her. “ It's always about lobbying. You will have me bribe my way into the throne, provided it gives you everything you ever desired. I pointed at her, motioning to her outfit. A pair of designer stilettos, a brown custom-made dress with a plunging neckline that made her appear a little younger than herself, and that hair. Damn it!

Alex cleared his throat his displeasure evident in his gaze, but Zara rolled her eyes before looking away, “Look at me all you like. I'm telling the truth aren't I?” Alex sighed in exasperation, Arlen raised his arms stepping between them as if to quell their bickering, “There's no need to argue. His Highness knows not to do it anymore. Once he is done recuperating he will take back his throne, I'm sure.” Arlen hesitated, then turned to Mondrian with a nervous look, “Right?” Mondrian smiled amused then nodded, “Right.” He leaned into me, “I am also ready to have my queen by my side.”

“You have exactly twenty-four hours to move out of this castle. Take up residence in one of the other royal properties in Fresonia, but I cannot bear to see your faces here for the time being.” “Felix,” my mother pleaded. “Don’t do this. We’re family.” “I denounce this family,” I spat. “In fact, I give up this throne–” “No, you don’t,” Joseph cut me off. “No, you don’t. Giving up this throne means giving up whatever power you have to redeem Mila from this. To preserve her memory. To bring honor to her name and her death.” “Her rather dishonorable death,” Isla piped up. I shot a grateful look at my late wife’s friend.

“That’s impossible, you can’t take back the throne, he is stronger and has the support of the council and the elders. You are wasting your time and energy on a hopeless cause.” “I was the alpha when Rick came and claimed the throne... So no matter what you say, I will take it back, even if it’s the last thing I do.” George said, squeezing his eyes shut as he sounded out the clumsy words. He tried to walk past his father, but his mother grabbed his arm and stopped him. She looked at him with a pleading expression. “Please, don’t do this, don’t fight for the throne, just let it go," she begged. “Let Rick have it. He…he has never wanted something so desperate in his life.”

“You think this is over, don’t you? you think you’ve claimed victory. But this kingdom is still mine. And your throne? It is mine too.” My hands curled tight, fists shaking as my claws broke through. I could feel the shift coming on, my other side pushing up hard and begging me to tear into him. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice was low, tight and full of heat. “This throne belongs to me, I’ve earned it.” The figure stepped closer, their presence heavy and suffocating, like the air itself was bending around them. “You haven’t earned anything,” they said, eyes locked on mine. “The true power of this kingdom lies beneath your feet. You cannot rebuild a kingdom that was never meant to be.

"The Dark Lord Khaos is no more." Ronan nodded in agreement, his gaze still fixed on Khaos's lifeless burnt form. "The throne is ours once more," he said, his voice firm. "We have reclaimed it, and none shall take it from us again." he did a slow bow to his granddaughter, who is now Queen Dynaris, The sleeping Dragon who we first met, stepped forward, placing a crown upon her head. "I crown thee 'Queen Dynaris' rightful heir to the City of Dragons," She watched in amazement as the miracle of the prophecy happened before her eyes.

He held my hand so tightly as if it could disappear any minute. “Aera, I— I want to be honest with you. I didn’t have the intention of claiming you back,” he started, and even though my heart rankled at that, I kept on listening to him. “I was certain that I didn’t need a Luna like you before. My father forced me to reclaim you after I rejected you, but I didn't. I defied his order, I defied the Moon Goddess's order that’s why he punished me by stripping me of my birthrank and sending me to the Land of the Banished. But then... but then...”