Throne Rhyming Words Novels & Stories

“King Thorne.” The sound of the name felt heavy on his tongue. Ryder had fought kings, sat with alphas, commanded warbands, but Thorne was different. He was not a ruler bound by courts or crowns. The King’s mouth curved. “You carry yourself as your father once did. Though, his shadow is not the only one I see.” His gaze narrowed. “Your mother walked through this glade long ago.” Ryder’s chest tightened. His mother, always a wound left unanswered. “You knew her.”

"Zethrii'marael lythianthos, threlisar vorynthor, yirondal mynethor velethor. Drevanor talonar zharennor, drevoros kynethor, vethrion enyxarathor velor. Vorandor tiras'lynthor alynnor zyndarathor, lytharion vynorothor ylvarithor naelor ylyndor. Voros talanor mithralas norlenthos elyndor, vorinthalas vynthor zarenthor ythor valyndor."

And inshaallah I will do what it takes to never fall back in my past. Deen -religion Shahada - testimony Inshaallah- God willingly

Adolphus stepped closer, smiling like a priest who had finally reached the altar he worshipped in secret. “The throne recognizes what the moon was too sentimental to confess,” he said. “Blood does not care who was loved first, only who was promised correctly.” Conri moved toward him so fast that several Northridge guards cried out, but silver roots burst from the ground and blocked his path. Bardolph tried to move too, but the red-gold thread wrapped around his chest and dragged him backward with brutal force. The throne wanted everyone in place. The crown above Otsana and me trembled.

"Ethan, do you promise to respect Isla's gifts, to support her dreams, and to walk beside her for all your days?" "I do," Ethan said, his hand tightening on mine. "I promise to love all of her, including her strength and her independence." We exchanged the moonstone bracelets. The very same ones that had been stolen and returned. Silver light shimmered on our wrists. "By the power of the Moon Goddess, I now pronounce you Mated." Ethan leaned in and gave me a soft, tender kiss. Applause and blessings erupted around us. "Congratulations!" "So beautiful!" "May you have a lifetime of happiness!"

I saw the spark of explosion in Sylver’s eyes, but before I could stop him, he faced his father. “Does the throne feel like a game to you?” he growled, the words descending like a slap across Ried’s face. His excited smile instantly faded. “Sylver Thornevale! What are you saying?” “The throne isn’t a place where you play dress-up with your sons! You can’t switch rulers as you please!” Sylver spat, his venom sharper than before. Ried froze, unable to retaliate. Then Sylver scoffed. “Of course, I don’t even blame you. You can’t understand,” he hissed.

Because a Thorne has the thorns to protect her heart, and a Montague has the steel to build a world around it. The wedding night was over. But the dynasty? The dynasty was just beginning.

Until our hopes were dashed and Jane was killed, then I met my end too. Her last few words stayed with me: "Ethan, I love you and believe in you, and even if I had to come back to life a thousand times, I would choose you, and if we are ever reborn, come find me and know that I am always waiting for you. Those words hit me hard—and then she vanishes. The battlefield dissolves, and suddenly, I’m standing in the grand throne hall of the palace I used to call home. The golden walls shimmer in the sunlight, banners of Ether proudly hanging above the court.

I run a finger along the edge of the throne admiring the beauty under me. It’s ethereal. The gems reflect the lights as my fingers expose them in a tiny pattern to the light above me. The throne speaks power in itself, and as my finger brushes the surface I feel the surge of light in me; a surge to make people understand how rightfully I deserve the power.

*** Throne Room: The throne room was filled with tension so thick you could practically cut it with a knife. Nyxoria stood in front of them all with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at each ruler one by one, making eye contact with every single person in the room. And then she spoke again in a voice that was calm but carried an edge of danger.