Reclaiming The Throne Novels & Stories

I need to go to the company and hand over the company to the new general manager I hired. Red howled. He was dissatisfied. ‘I need to take care of everything before I can return to the kingdom with Scott and his mate,’ I explained to Red. ‘I want you to understand that we will be leaving today. With our mate.’ ‘Okay. I can’t wait to return to our kingdom,’ he said excitedly. ‘I need to reclaim my throne from your father.’ ‘Of course,’ I grinned. ‘Only I deserve to be king. I’ll never allow anyone to sit on my throne and rule my people.’

The sly old snake can’t be trusted. “The PAC won't be necessary.” Valen clicked his tongue, seemingly calm, chillingly calm as he ran his thumb over the lock of hair around his finger. “They won't need to dethrone me.” I rotated my gaze to my mate, angling my head in curiosity. I was not sure what he had up his sleeve. He dipped his eyes to find mine. He gave me a faint smile and dropped the bomb. “I renounce the throne.” My eyes, nose, mouth, and ovaries popped open in shock.

I leaned in, eager to disagree, but he continued, “This is no longer my era, no longer my war. I am sorry, Princess, but I cannot help you.” “Actually, I am fighting over my sister for the throne. It may sound greedy, but the Crown must fall onto me,” I admitted, staring straight into his eyes. “If not, it will fall to my sister, whose husband will rule and tyrannize the world once they are coronated. Her husband is the Lord of the House of Sorcery, one of the leaders of the rebellion, and they have no plans to have a wise rule should they sit on the throne. So, I must earn the position. And I need you to come down with me to present you to my Father because I am hoping you can become our hi

Even in the dim twilight filtering through the curtain gap, the jade seemed to pulse with a faint, cool luster. "Your mother told me that this stone carries the promise of your family's true destiny," Mrs. Thompson whispered, taking a thin leather cord and looping it around my neck. The cool stone rested directly over my hammering heart. "Never take it off, Evelyn. Never let anyone see it. It is the only proof of who you really are."

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

Then, Rowan pressed himself against me. Someone who used to live a dignified and privileged life like him would still have a strong sense of pride even after losing his wealth and status. I decided to take a bet that my gut feelings were right. I said hurriedly, "Rowan Cunningham, you were raised to be the next successor of your family. "So, I believe even if you've gone bankrupt… With your abilities, it'll only be a matter of time before you achieve glory and success again." Rowan froze and stared at me. He stopped moving closer toward me when we were just a few inches apart.

The casino would be his, no strings attached. Evan must be thrilled. In just three days, our wedding will make everything his. I’m the only Bennett heiress. The sole heir to my father’s empire. And he really thought I’d settle for being another name on his list? Just a pawn in his game? Sadness didn’t even stand a chance. Fury burned it out fast. A plan was forming—bold, reckless, the kind you don’t even dare say out loud. I was going to leave Evan. But not just leave.

"They need a real Queen. Someone stunning. Someone with elite education and perfect pack pedigree. When they see you, they will toss that pathetic human straight into the streets. You are going to rule this pack, Clara." "Well, when you put it like that," she laughed lightly, clearly enjoying the idea. "I suppose I should wear the red dress you bought me." "Wear the red one," he agreed. "Get some sleep on the flight. I will see you tomorrow." Hanging up the phone, Thorne tossed it onto the seat next to him. He felt incredibly smug. While the rest of the council was panicking over dead guards and old women's prophecies, he was quietly positioning his own bloodline for the throne.

"I do. The truth always comes to light. Time is the great revealer." "Exactly." A cold smile touched my lips. "And this time, the whole world is going to watch." After the call, I looked at myself in the mirror. The woman staring back had cold, hard eyes. A stranger to the girl who'd once cried over Miles. My phone buzzed. A text from Dante. Everything is in motion. Rebecca has taken over all auction duties. Miles trusts her completely. Good. I texted back: Let her have the spotlight. She'll burn up in it.

She could see how hope lived on the father and son's faces when they heard her good news. "Are you telling the truth, Assi? Reikel already returned from Yamen?" the king asked her with a smile on his face. "It means that they won the war against the barbarians." "Yes, Your Majesty. I am telling the truth. We will regain the throne and the palace soon." “Hopefully my older brother will succeed in reclaiming the throne and the palace in Karim’s hands,” Reile said with a hopeful expression on his face as well. Their conversation was interrupted when Karim suddenly entered the king's room and forcibly dragged her to come out of the room.