Your Throne Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Daddy, I went to meet archangel Gabriel one-on-one, and he told me that our throne had been soiled, and he asked what I was going to do about it, and I promised him I would restore the throne to its former glory. I accepted his gift and traveled to the Valley of the Shadow of Death. I realized that with the help of the almighty, fifty-five people had been sacrificed on the throne. So, before we can do anything, those people's lives must be returned, and I've been able to bring the fifty-five souls back. Now we must go to the throne room and make some sacrifices. When may we walk to the throne room, His Majesty sighs and says, "Thank you, my son, elder sister."

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

“The world needs to see what power looks like when it isn’t sitting.” The throne’s pulse matched mine once, twice, then held listening. The gods’ Hall burned down to silence. And in that silence, the next reign began to breathe.

As I gazed upon their triumphant faces, I knew that this was only the beginning of our epic journey. Dynaris stepped forward, her eyes shining with a sense of pride and purpose. She approached the throne, now transformed from a dark and foreboding seat of power to a radiant, golden symbol of hope and renewal. With a gentle reverence, she reached out and touched the throne's armrest, feeling the warmth and energy emanating from it.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

Something more complicated and more real. "The alternative," he said, "is the council operating with the check its founders built into it. Which is a council that cannot be held by a single bloc indefinitely." He held her gaze. "You having standing is not a threat to the council. It is a correction to what the council was supposed to be." She looked at him. "And the bond?" she asked quietly. They had been moving around it since she had come downstairs. She was tired of moving around things. "The bond is separate," he said carefully. "The council claim is yours by bloodline, independent of any bond completion. You hold that right whether or not we" He stopped.

As a show of my thanks, the coffee in front of you is on me. Seeing that I wasn't the least bit angry, Julia's expression grew increasingly twisted. In the end, she sneered and said, "You were born an Alpha's daughter and were pampered your whole life. When you grew up, you were destined to mate with an Alpha and become a Luna. "Why do you get to live in comfort while my home was destroyed in the rebellion? Why can I only survive on your charity? Why?" The more Julia talked, the more worked up she got. She slammed the table wildly, causing a huge scene that drew stares from everyone around.

They were bruised, their spirits frayed by the encounter with their own shadows. "She’s right," I whispered, looking at the central spire. "The throne is a vacuum. It wants me to give up everything that makes me human so I can become a perfect vessel for the dark." Thane walked over to me, his face bloody but his eyes burning with a fierce, stubborn light. He grabbed my hand—the one with the violet veins—and laced his fingers through mine. "Then don't be a vessel," he said. "Be an anchor. If the throne wants to pull you into the Abyss, let it try. We are the ones holding the rope."

I reversed, stopped before the doors and gave them a gentle push. They groaned beneath my hands and slowly swung open. The figure seated on the throne was the first thing my eyes took in. I entered the room slowly, the rules of the pack coming into mind at once. ‘One who hasn't been appointed by the elders and given the mantle of power is forbidden from sitting on the throne.’ But the seat was occupied. And given the chair I was currently in, it wasn't by me. “Sera.” The voice that had comforted me since the day I found my parents lifeless body soaked in their blood on their bedroom floor reached my ears.