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She sat down at her desk and opened the Book of Ashes again. And on a new page, in clean black ink, she wrote: VI. The throne is not inherited. It is taken. And if I must become a monster to keep it, then let them tremble. Let them kneel. Let them burn.

"Hmm Angel, It's nice to here again. I couldn't have you endure this torment again and so I called out to the Goddess. She and other gods trapped him in the form of the Prince. The price was I rest and not look for you and so I did. The Prince came forth essentially blocking the god. However, he was still drawn to find you. He doesn't know the reasons why, but he did and as I was informed made you queen." The man in the robes takes a vial out of his pocket. He pours the contents into a glass. Then bites his wrist dripping his blood into it. "Majesty, That was a vile of your blood I found in your chamber before.... Well you'll see. I've mixed my blood. I've always kept an eye on you at the ma

Prince Devin let out a long sigh, and turned to the other three guards that were standing expectantly waiting for orders with their heads still down and eyes glued to the floor. “Take the unconscious prisoner to the infirmary, I do not think he is gravely injured but just unconscious. He is to stand trial for treason against the Kingdom when he has woken.” I felt my heart drop into my stomach, the only punishment for treason is death. I would never let that happen to my father on my account. I started to fight against my bindings against the Prince, but he stood like a brick wall against my thrashings. His face a blank stare as he watched me fight. “Stop Faerie.” He commanded. I was breathin

Violet didn't know how long Peter was part of the Rebels, so maybe it would be even harder to make him pay for his treason if he was considered a member of the family. But Violet knew there wasn't forgiveness for that kind of thing inside the pack. Not that they were bad people, but they had their rules to follow. It was like that since forever, and she wasn't going to meddle in his defense. "Lock him in the dungeon." Jack finally said, looking conflicted. "I need to think. I'll try to get something useful out of him later." Fiona and Mark nodded and pulled Peter out of the room. Jack took a deep breath and turned his back to the door, going straight to his chair and collapsing on it as he r

"I heard you're acting out, is that right?" My shoulders raised in response, "I just claimed the end of our deal. Something wrong about that?" "No, but everyone abides by certain rules around here and you prisoners should know your level, understand?" I was put on my knees as a foot weighed down my left shoulder. I was too smart to fight him. I stood no chance at all. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" "Yes, Sir!" "Good, now open your mouth." I looked at him in question, he was holding something in his hand. "Don't make me force you to open that fucking mouth." I didn't dare open my mouth; a foot connected on my side, hitting my injured rib.

"My queen Akila is here ,I cut her words short , seeing the book I gave Nanuet yesterday floating in the air with all glory. The book layed on the bed after floating for a while ,it opened up to a particular page and a letter was on the page . It read :I HAVE EXAMINED THE PRINCESS CLOSELY AND SHE IS A FIGHTER ,SHE DESERVES THE BEST , FROM WHAT I HAVE GATHERED ,JUST BEING A CARING WIFE WILL NOT HELP HER GET THE PRINCE , THE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM, I HAVE GIVEN TO YOU IS IN THIS PAGE , IT'S YOUR CHOICE TO ABIDE BY IT .

Third-person – narrator Everyone looked down at the innocent face of Christopher. His ordeal had forced a regression on the young prince to protect himself from the difficulties he had faced. But his innocent wording had moved all the adults in the room. Trey moved to pick up the youngster, he had grown attached to the boy during his time in captivity and wanted to look after him even now he knew he was safe with his family. Christopher allowed ‘his nice man’ to place him on Trey’s hip. Christopher cuddled into him feeling the comfort that he brought. Christopher couldn’t explain it, but Trey brought a comfort that his parents couldn’t give him.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

A heavy silence followed. Of course. Another lie. Another secret hidden beneath ten thousand years of fear and war. Serah crossed her arms. "I am beginning to hate ancient civilizations." For the first time, Elara quietly agreed. "That makes two of us." The First King ignored their frustration. "The throne was built to choose the next prison." The words settled over the chamber like cold rain. Nobody moved. Rowan slowly lifted his head. "Prison?" The king looked at him with sorrow. "Every time the seal weakens, someone must replace the old lock."

In which all the prisoner could hear was the rhythmic tinkling of the rings adorned with gemstones from Kathmandu hitting the side of the golden throne. Kathmandu looked down on him, his eyes narrowed, insolent and triumphant. The imprisoned wolf was the prince of an Indonesian galactic kingdom called Abdullah, in which officially, his current title was galactic prince. Being that he is the High Protector of Abdullah’s Empire, but he still preferred to think of himself only as his father's son. The fact that Kathmandu, the rajah of a small neighboring galactic kingdom called Antonius, had kidnapped the prince was not as surprising as knowing who was sitting next to Kathmandu: