Sit On A Throne Of Lies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When I finally picked up, the first thing she said was, “Honey, I’m feeling really unwell today. Can you wire me two thousand dollars? I need to get more asthma medication.” Hearing her voice, a scoff surfaced in my heart. She had no idea I had uncovered her lies. She still thought I was the same gullible fool she could push around. If I sent her the money now, she would definitely use it to refill Derek’s medication. With that thought, I replied coldly, “I’m in the hospital. I don’t have money to send you.”

The throne was never truly within his reach. The hall held its breath as I lifted the circlet. I stepped toward the princes. Before I could place it in anyone’s hands, Ethan suddenly strode forward and dropped to one knee. “Your Majesty,” he said, voice ringing clear through the chamber, “I beg you to release me from this honor. My heart already belongs to another.” He turned slightly, reaching toward Ava without touching her. “Lady Ava Miller is the woman I love,” he continued without hesitation. “Our devotion is neither fleeting nor shallow. No one but her will ever be my wife.”

After the counsellor's speech, Aiden nodded and swore an oath to do all that he had just heard, putting the pack's welfare above his. Then he was asked to sit on the throne that was now his and this time he hesitated. The throne was also considered to be sacred — a seat meant to be sat upon by a coronated and ordained alpha. There was a myth that whosoever sat on the throne without being properly coronated would be struck dead. This fact had not been proven, yet everyone believed it and Aiden didn't want to be the one to prove the authenticity of that myth. So he hesitated, glancing at Alpha Velvet, as though he needed a conviction that he should accept this. However, Alpha Velvet stared bla

And a new voice screamed across my mind: “ DO NOT TAKE THE THRONE IT IS LYING TO YOU.” The light shattered. And something ancient beneath the palace began waking.

The Decision Year of the Lilies Torrid Season The throne room Altsas King Tus III I SIT COMFORTABLY on my throne made of polished gold and adorned with precious stones but my heart is disturbed. I haven't slept well in the past few nights and I haven't eaten properly either. How can I be happy when something threatens the very stability of my household?

The throne pulsed beneath her. Something shifted in its bones. “Then why do you sit where she feared to tread?” Sirelia stood abruptly, her breath sharp. “Because someone must. Because thrones do not weep. They do not wait. They do not ask for mercy. They take.” A moment of stillness. Then the throne… laughed. It was a cruel sound. Dry and cracked like flame dancing on old parchment. “You think sitting here makes you queen?” “I’ve carved empires from the bones of widows and orphans,” Sirelia growled. “I’ve made war into prophecy. I’ve made silence into an army. I made myself.”

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

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.”