Your Throne Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Her Throne has never been shook before. The Third Throne, the West: ruled by Morrigan. She and Akasha are close friends. The second woman in the council. Her feminine rage is not to be tampered with. The Fourth Throne, the south: ruled by Atticus. He's the only friend I have in the council, the only one who's ever shown care and understands the pain I passed through, and certainly the only one who speaks in my favour anytime Marcellus objects me. The ladies are neutral, painfully.

And then—movement. A glow began at the far end of the cavern. Firelight, flickering red. I forced my feet forward, toward the throne they spoke of in stories. Each step echoed, too loud. My pulse pounded between my legs. The chamber opened wide, a cathedral of stone. And there—at the center—rose a throne carved from obsidian, slick and glistening like wet flesh. He sat upon it. And every fantasy I had ever nursed shriveled before the reality of him.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

I felt it echo in me, pulse for pulse. The Queen tilted her head. “Even now you tether yourself to flesh,” she said. “When the throne waits.” Her gaze swept the kneeling pack, faces upturned to her light. Even the wind obeyed. I looked at the throne. It gleamed pale and perfect. It looked like power should, beautiful and cold. Then I looked at them, the living, the scarred, the small. Kael standing apart, his eyes fixed on me. My pulse steadied. The hum wavered.

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🍓🔞 #Chapter__18 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹 🌹 #OMNISCIENT_POV The day of the coronation arrives, The coronation hall is packed with people of different social standing but the ones allows to enter the coronation hall are people of fortune and social standing, Excitement and smiles beam on the faces of some few people, people who will benefit from the throne, while most of the people pretend to be excited but deep down they're not happy about the occasion at all, Most of these people include, the poor masses of Marida, Salima, The Grand Vizier Abdul, Queen Aisha and Hamid...

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. My father, King Gainos, is on his throne—strong and noble, his armor still showing the signs of battle. His crown shines like firelight, and next to him is my grandmother, Queen Dowager Lunice, regal and icy, her

Chapter 1️⃣5️⃣ ❤️ The Judgment of Queens ❤️ Queen Lynn sat on the high throne, her fingers wrapped around the edges of the scroll as her eyes scanned the lines of numbers written in neat ink. The throne room was quiet except for the faint sound of her breathing and the nervous rustling of the man kneeling before her. Abile, the kingdom’s treasurer, kept his head low, trying not to shift too much, even though sweat was starting to gather at the back of his neck.

He was marquis Theodor one of the neutrals. "I was raised to rule this country, Lord Theodor. From the moment I opened my eyes for the first time, there was one role that I was supposed to do, and that was to learn how to become queen. I am not worried about my ability to take on that role, in fact, It would be an insult to his majesty who had been teaching me for so long to say that I can take it on. Of course, I still have much to learn but I am confident in my abilities. All that I am saying is that I am confident about my cousin's abilities too, and I have faith in his concern for the good of our country. which is why I think that this battle is meaningless,"

"Tell me. What will you do to a mother who cares about her son? Huh? Tell me! You'll do everything for that pathetic hybrid, even losing the throne of your fathers!" She kept on as I walked back inside the mansion, letting the heavy doors close behind me. The throne room waited at the far end of the long hallway. It was vast, quiet, and lined with ancient torches that flickered against the stone walls carved with the history of all the Alphas before me. I stepped toward the throne and lowered myself onto it, elbows resting on my knees as I clasped my hands together. Silence settled again, and I shut my eyes slowly.

⸻ 🌙 The Throne Awakens Suddenly— A deep rumble echoed across reality. ⚡🌌⚡ ⸻ Far beyond the stars… The sealed throne continued awakening. 👑 Ancient chains shattered. ⛓️💥 Golden light erupted into existence. ✨ ⸻ The Throne of Balance. ⸻ A throne older than creation. Older than destruction. Older than the Father himself. 💀 ⸻ The Father lowered his head. A gesture of respect. ⸻