Your Throne Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Hed spent so many happy epochs here. No. All that must remain in the recesses of his soul. This was no time for nostalgia. He slowed and approached the Meadow of the Throne. It was just as he remembered it: the flat plain of brilliant white cloudsoil leading up toward the center of everything. The Throne itself, dazzlingly bright, radiating the warmth of pure goodness, so luminous that, even for an angel, it was impossible to look directly at it. One could not even get close to seeing the Creator, who sat upon the Throne clothed in brightness, so the customary synecdoche--calling the whole entity the Throne--was apt.

I purred, slinking through the hall, “ On whose orders?” Christoff frowned, his eyes following my every step, “On mine. The throne doesn't belong to you. It's right Alpha. Alpha Daniel is missing possibly dead. You, Valeria, have no right to claim it as yours” He stated, confidence radiated from him, “ as an Alpha I am here to lay claim to the throne. Stand down this very moment.” “You have some guts, you came into my palace, turned my soldiers against me, and drew your knives to my throat. I must confess, your boldness amuses me. I never knew you had it in you, to be honest.”

And through it all That same woman stood. Unmoving. Unstoppable. Silence. She could still the earth beneath her feet move The wind calm Then she saw a throne. A Black iron throne The vision had a Cold. Unforgiving aura And seated upon it Her…. The silver-haired woman. Alive. Unbroken. Unchallenged. Around her Kings, clans and warriors All kneeling. All bowing. Not in respect. In submission. In fear. _____________________________ The old woman’s body trembled violently.

The Crownless Throne Sarah’s silhouette stood rigid as she stepped toward the throne of bone and flesh. The monstrous seat pulsed, as though alive, its surface rippling with faces, mouths opening and closing in silent screams. The spiral threads of power writhed across its arms, beckoning her. John’s heart twisted. He rose to follow but Seraphina’s weak cry held him in place. “Don’t let her walk in alone,” she pleaded, chains straining. The spiral’s voice echoed in her words.

The scream inside my mind didn’t fade. It echoed louder, sharper, cutting through the throne’s ancient call like lightning splitting the sky. DO NOT TAKE THE THRONE. The light surrounding me shattered instantly. I stumbled backward just before sitting, my heart racing violently. The throne reacted. Not calmly. Not patiently. Angrily. Cracks spread across its surface, dark energy leaking from within like smoke forced through broken stone. The entire palace shook, pillars groaning as if something enormous had shifted beneath the foundation.

The throne had already started draining my strength. Omniscient sight was a throne-based power that came to the Alpha, who sat on the throne. The closer I was to the throne, the clearer my sight worked and faltered as I went farther away from it. Neither Ezra nor Raven ever desired to get close to the throne and even if they did, I wouldn’t have allowed them.

“How do you find the little game that you started?” Teasing, yet rather testing her with no reason, yet perhaps out of HIS curiosity from the creation that the twins and second-generation accession for the Gods made. She giggles softly as she immediately corrected. “My game?” Knowing more and deeper, she stands paving the way, and with the chair that vanishes and the original throne is the place that immediately follows suit. She bows as HE took HIS throne looking all smug and authoritative beyond the boundaries that do not exist unto HIS world and to HIS very existence, as she continues saying with the words.

ROY The throne room was dim, lit only by the flickering light of the torches lining the walls. Shadows twisted and danced across the cold stone, reflecting the brutality that had taken root in what was once Shane’s domain. I, Roy, now stood where he once had, a reminder of the throne I’d claimed through cunning and strength, traits Shane had clearly lacked.

Waiting. Silas’s voice went rough. “Mira… don’t look at it.” But I was already stepping forward. Without meaning to. Without permission. Just… pulled. Silas grabbed me instantly. “Mira!” I stopped. Barely. The pull didn’t stop. It tightened. The throne beneath the city responded to me like I was a missing piece. The Alpha’s son finally spoke, voice shaking. “That’s the original throne…” Kael turned sharply. “What does that mean?”

“And when we do, you are going to take your place on the throne that was stolen from your mother.” I closed my eyes, letting his words sink into my bones. For the first time in years, I felt something I had almost forgotten. Hope. END OF CHAPTER 21