Reclaiming The Throne Novels & Stories

Emily’s POV He is hiding something… That was all I could think about as I watched Wilson’s stiff posture, his clenched fists, and the way his eyes darkened every time our father mentioned me. “Wilson, announce to the neighboring kingdoms that the missing princess is back and will be given her throne,” King Thorne said gently, seated proudly in the throne room. “The kingdom deserves to rejoice with us.” My heart fluttered. My throne. The people would know. It felt surreal — overwhelming.

Sarah suddenly felt a lump in her throat; she wanted to cry. Big Brother Ethan remembered everything—she had clearly just mentioned it in passing back in middle school… And those other two strangers—they actually… they actually agreed too… Sarah felt her eyes well up; the happiness of being cherished and cared for gradually blurred her vision. A hand brushed across Sarah’s eyes. Adrian stood before her, his eyes crinkled in a smile. “Don’t cry. A little bride with a runny nose isn’t pretty.” Sarah threw a playful punch at Adrian’s chest. “Get lost!”

Close friend or not, Lord Mortis had betrayed me, and I wanted to show him the full extent of my fury. She gulped, flattening her hands on my chest, her gaze flickering as the wheels in her head turned. Then, she looked at me, and I saw the determination reflected in them. "I want you to take back your throne and kingdom. It doesn't belong to Lord Mortis, but you. You're the heir, the sole ruler The throne belongs to your family line. Lord Mortis does not deserve to sit on it as long as you're alive. Not after what he did."

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

“You need to toughen up, Orion. This is war. And war isn’t kind. If you want to win your father’s legacy, you need to play the game. Ava won’t think twice about tearing you apart if she gets the chance. You can’t afford to be sentimental.” The tightness in my chest grew as I realized the truth in her words. Ava and I shared a complicated history, and she was dangerous in ways I hadn’t fully grasped. My father’s will had turned us into bigger adversaries. I needed to protect my interests, and I didn’t want to drown in the depths of betrayal. Chloe continued, her voice dripping with ambition. “Once we’ve destabilized her, we can come in for the final blow. You’ll confront her—make her see that

"The formal rejection was the second act. The first was ensuring you were paired with someone who could be instructed." She absorbed this. The idea that the pull she had felt toward Cole which she had believed, at its most generous interpretation, to be the universe's genuine and somewhat inexplicable choice had been a managed illusion. A redirection. A decoy built from council architecture and an ambitious young wolf who was willing to be used. It should have felt like relief. In some ways it did. In other ways it felt like standing in a room where every wall turned out to be a painted backdrop. "Why?" she asked. "What does a Sovereign Match to the Holt line threaten?"

The entire room fell silent. “Impossible!” Angelina screamed, “How could Father’s ring be on your hand?!” At that moment, the “weak” don suddenly stopped coughing. He stood up abruptly. His eyes were clear, without a trace of illness. “Who said it’s impossible?” The don laughed and walked over to me, personally draping a black head-of-family cloak over my shoulders. “Annelise is the only heir I chose from the beginning! “I pretended to be ill for a year just to draw out all of you ungrateful traitors!”

“We track down the hidden entrance to the mountain and find the throne Kael mentioned.” Elias nodded. “But we’ll have to go through the old warlands. They’re crawling with Reapers, and the mountain itself is cursed.” “Cursed?” Serena echoed. “It was sealed after the First Rebellion,” Theron explained. “By your ancestors. The throne Kael spoke of... it was abandoned because the last queen went mad after sitting on it.” Serena swallowed. “Why?” Elias finally spoke. “They say the throne doesn’t just grant power. It tests it. Judges you. And if it finds you unworthy, it consumes you.”

My hands curled into fists until my nails bit skin and then I whispered into the empty corridor: “I will take the throne you stole, Liam.” My voice was steady. Deadly. Certain. “My throne.” And with that, a new motive crystallized inside me— sharp and unstoppable. A motive that would tear the Reigns open. A motive that would drown a kingdom. A motive with my name on it. Revna Draeven. The rightful Queen. Whether the moon agrees or not.

The night was long. Long with a battle that changed everything. • The Moon Realm now holds a new record. The Dragon Queen and her army rescued them from a massacre planned by the real devils. Not only that, the throne had been reclaimed by its rightful owner: King Duncan Thornevale. All the corrupt leaders were exposed at the Grand Court, brought to their knees, and now await his ruthless punishment. A new, rightful order will soon take over. It will take time before everything falls back into place.