Your Throne Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“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

A New Throne. I hesitated, confused. Did he want me by his side now? I took a cautious step forward, unsure if I should kneel or sit. But then his voice, soft and sharp as a blade, cut through the silence. “No, darling. That throne isn’t for you.” I froze mid-step, shame washing over me in a wave so hot it scalded. The entire room watched, hungry for my humiliation. “You’ve been so quiet. So obedient lately,” Kael continued, his tone laced with something almost amused. “I thought it was time to… reward you.”

Him dying in peace and going to hell that befits him pays off that him been stabbed and stoned to death on the very spot of his sickbed where he lies. "D, once we are able to urge them to go back to their respective homes and leave the fight for another day, we should go help Mother to pack the luggages back to our new home. They can have the throne since lastest tonight, Father will be gone."I quickly quipped and he nodded in understanding. Snapping my head to face the uproar, I was alarmed when I almost slammed my face into one of them bulky chest. Crap, thank my luck. "Get away from the door kids! We are here to see the most worstest and cruel Alpha we have ever let on the throne."One fro

] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me." I turned to see Sebastian, sharp in a tailored suit, standing by Rosa in her bridal gown, playing the perfect hosts. They stood before a rainbow archway, their oversized wedding portraits smiling down. Catching sight of me, Rosa rose on her toes and planted a kiss on Sebastian. The crowd erupted in whistles and cheers, and Sebastian, a bit sheepish, dabbed at his mouth. He glanced up without thinking, and our eyes locked in an unexpected standoff. Sebastian, caught off guard, shoved Rosa aside, his awkwardness bordering on comical.

“The Hollow Throne must be sealed.” Then came the vision. Scene 1: The Throne of Silence In her mind’s eye, Iris stood before a vast, silent chamber. At its center was a throne of black stone and bone, suspended above a pool of still, silver water. Mist curled around it. Time seemed irrelevant here. And on that throne— A child. Her son. But his eyes… they were voids, swirling pools of unfeeling black. Shadows coiled at his feet, reaching toward the water like tendrils of fate. The glow of the moon haloed his crown, but it could not penetrate the darkness clinging to him.

No one knew it existed. Not the government. Not the allied houses. Not even the family. A single woman entered the chamber. She walked past hundreds of sleeping soldiers. At the center stood a circular door. She placed her hand against it. The door recognized her blood. It opened. Inside was a throne. Not a modern chair. Not a ceremonial seat. An ancient stone throne carved with the same flame-shaped crown. The woman knelt. "My Queen." A voice answered from the darkness. "How many?" "Twelve."

She wasn’t sure whether she’d spoken aloud or only moved the thought forward. Within the Vein. The throne is not a seat. It is a seal. You are the lock. You are the key. The words burned, but not painfully. They imprinted. They belonged. Images bloomed in the darkness around her like stars flaring to life. She saw kingdoms long crumbled, their banners now dust. She saw children playing in a garden that no longer grew. She saw herself as a child, curled beneath a table, watching her sister argue with their mother in hushed, vicious tones. She had forgotten that day. But the throne had not.

“The loneliness inside the Heart. The need to belong to something greater.” The whispers throughout the chamber intensified immediately. Come home. Take the throne. End the suffering. Aria grabbed her head painfully as the voices slammed through her mind harder now. Then suddenly— The throne itself began glowing. Ancient silver symbols ignited across its surface while the Heart overhead pulsed faster and faster. The First Alpha lifted its massive head slowly again. “The Queen must choose.” The chamber fell silent. Even Veyron stopped speaking. The throne waited.

Real alarm. “Step away from it.” Liora froze at his tone. Then the throne called her name. Not aloud. Inside the chamber itself, in the mountain, and inside her. “Liora.” My body locked immediately. Because I heard it too. The voice carried through the cavern like breath moving beneath stone, ancient and impossibly powerful. The throne was alive. And it wanted her. Silver light exploded across the floor beneath Liora’s feet as the runes surrounding the throne ignited fully for the first time in centuries.

The King was overjoyed. He named the child Julian. The following spring the King announced his retirement. Alexander was declared heir to the throne. And I became Queen. The day we moved into the royal palace, I paused before the great doors. For a moment I remembered the life I had once lived—the betrayal, the humiliation, the death that had awaited me. Then Alexander’s arm tightened around my shoulders. Our son slept peacefully in my arms. Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.