Reclaiming The Throne Novels & Stories

The central throne she and Ignisvath had destroyed. The throne that had controlled billions of doors. The throne they’d refused. The throne they’d broken so everyone could hold their own key. Emmy looked at the amethyst key in her hand. “When we destroyed the throne…” “You returned the last piece.” “To the Keeper.” “No.” Elara looked downward. “You made it possible for the Keeper to rebuild itself.” The road vanished behind them. ⸻ They reached a platform. Thousands of people were already there. Maybe tens of thousands.

I didn't add that part, something told me Andera wasn't ready yet. Her melodious laughter was enough to drown the unease the meeting with my mother and sister created. I leaned down and kissed Andera so hard and deep, my tongue gliding over hers, my teeth nibbling on her flesh. When I pulled away, we were both breathless. “Thane.” her hazel eyes shone brightly “Yeah?” “I didn't steal it,” she said. “I didn't steal the heirloom.” fresh guilt crawled across my spine and stabbed my heart. “I believe you,” I whispered into her hair.

"My brother must be blind not to notice you, but I am not. If it weren't for my grandfather's favoritism, I would have been the one to have you. But it's not too late to change things now. If you stand by my side, we can claim the throne together. Don't you want it, Naomi?" Truthfully, I did. I longed to sit on that throne, to prove all those who doubted me wrong, especially the princesses. I wanted revenge. However, I had no intention of betraying Reuben to get there. What good would the throne be without him? I could see the wickedness in Demetrius' eyes, and I knew I would only suffer under his rule.

“I’m calling Davon now. We need the full briefing on the Keepers' findings and the training failure. Then, I’ll coordinate the arrival schedule with James and Samuel. They will arrive under the deepest possible cover. This meeting isn’t just about protecting Xian’na; it’s about preparing for the reign she’s about to claim. The world is changing, and we need to be ready to shield the new Queen.” This is it. The calm before the true storm. “Lock the door behind me, my Queen. I have a war to plan.”

We were urged to claim our throne before some of the greedy Alphas started getting crazy ideas again. Although I doubt they would still try to steal the throne and let their greed take control of them. We’ve been through a lot already, anyone trying to steal the throne at our happiest moment is nothing but a traitor and a saboteur. We don’t think anyone else would make the mistake of trying to take our throne again, but Keith and I have waited for this day for centuries. Now that we finally got to this point, why wait?

"Esme, we have to move! The floor is giving way!" He was right. Cracks were spider-webbing ou, glowing with that same haunting purple light. Dominic was still slumped against the pillar, his face twisted into a mask of triumph despite the blood trickling from his mouth. "You can't stop it now," Dominic wheezed, his voice rattling in his chest. "The Queen has claimed her throne. The blood has spoken." "Shut up!" Killian roared. He looked at Thorne, who was standing frozen near the entrance, his eyes wide as he watched the destruction of his father's legacy. "Thorne! Get Lily out of here! Now!"

She asked sternly. I scoffed. “Excuse me, mother. We all know that this throne belonged to my father from the beginning. In fact the throne should have been in our hands if you hadn’t collided with Jared’s father. So don’t act as if it’s a big deal that I took the throne from him back,” “Once a throne has left a family, it can never go back….” “That’s just a fucking old rule. I don’t work with such rules anymore. I get to decide my own rule and fate, and not some fucking old rules deciding it for me,” I cut her off.

Daddy, I went to meet archangel Gabriel one-on-one, and he told me that our throne had been soiled, and he asked what I was going to do about it, and I promised him I would restore the throne to its former glory. I accepted his gift and traveled to the Valley of the Shadow of Death. I realized that with the help of the almighty, fifty-five people had been sacrificed on the throne. So, before we can do anything, those people's lives must be returned, and I've been able to bring the fifty-five souls back. Now we must go to the throne room and make some sacrifices. When may we walk to the throne room, His Majesty sighs and says, "Thank you, my son, elder sister."

“I just got you. And now there’s more than just me in this body. If you go there, if you step into that cursed pack again… what if you don’t come back?” I leaned in, forehead resting against hers. “You think I want to go? That I want to walk into the ruins of the place that made me a ghost? I don’t. I want to set the whole damn bloodline on fire and never look back. But that throne—my throne—it’s still there, and they’re already whispering. Waiting for someone to steal it again. Someone worse.” Her grip tightened on mine. “Then let them. Let them squabble over ashes. You don’t owe them anything.”

"Montego was cursed, did he not bear sons? Have you not borne a son? I am even more certain that the moon goddess will give my son a son!" "Joyce-" "Don't even think about it, Salvador!" Joyce warned. Her eyes flashed and Calhoun watched his father settle down softly. He smirked. Of course, he trusted that his mother would be his only support. "I will take the throne, I am more entitled than he is." Another voice spoke up. Calhoun smirked at his uncle. So now that he wanted the throne, someone else wanted it. "Beta Kris," Joyce called. "They have all passed their time, right? They do not deserve a chance for the throne anymore, right?"