Your Throne Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The throne made of pure gold with expensive diamonds and gemstones completely mesmerized me, pouring a bucket of frosty water over my vexation. I walked towards her in a daze like a moth to the flame and placed my hand over her palm, Helena guided me to the throne and asked me to sit with her. Whoa! As soon as I sat down, everyone stood up in respect, their exhilarated howls filled the air with happiness. At that moment, Helena’s whisper resounded in my ears. “This throne is just for show off, Alpha Zayden Ellsworth. You’re Helena Hensley’s King from day one.”

Elara’s POV The air crackled with power. Elara stood frozen as the wraiths remained kneeling, their hollow eyes fixed on her. The weight of their expectation pressed against her chest, stealing the breath from her lungs. “Take the throne, Elara.” “You were always meant to rule.” Their whispers twisted through her mind, wrapping around her like an invisible chain. The longer she stood there, the more the magic of Valmere seeped into her bones. The throne—her mother’s throne—loomed before her, a beacon of darkness and power. A throne carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold pulsing like a heartbeat beneath its surface. It was alive. It was waiting.

But I feel him press against my thoughts, firm and certain. Speak. I answer out loud. Yes. Gasps move around the table. Some faces go pale. Others sharpen like blades. Verin leans closer and whispers like he’s afraid of the answer. “Then who holds the throne now? Him… or you?” My fingers curl on my lap. I feel the truth forming inside me before I speak it. The throne answers strength. And strength is not a ghost. It is here. With me. The High Advisor studies me. Her voice is careful.

Lucian responded, as they approached the grand hall, the guards pushed open the door in their wake, and with a short polite nod of the head to Advisor Daniel, they began to discuss. "As you both already know the rule of cardinal has chosen a queen bearing the name Katherina Daventin. She is fairly young, 17 summers old I believe, and she needs to be trained in the way of a queen," Daniel stepped forth towards Lucian indicating that it was his duty. "General Williams, now that you're here the throne will be presented to you until the queen is deemed ready, as you see fit, an official decree will be passed out in the morning. Until then all hail the King!" The advisor spoke with faith not want

When was he able to force himself to break her spell? His life started with her but unfortunately, it never ended with her. "Doesn't the throne holds power?" She murmured "It does. But the real power lies in the one conquering it. It is the myth of the throne." He said as the event once again portrayed in his eyes. Unknowingly, the fear provoked in his heart as his grip on Astraea tightened a little. He could see her house now. It would only be a moment after which his night would end. He was pathetic, he knew that.

Even my heartbeat felt borrowed. Then I saw her. Not the twin. Not the girl. Not the queen of shadow. A child. Me. Small. Frightened. Holding a shard of glass. She smiled and whispered, "You came too late." The trees behind her opened like ribs, revealing the throne. A figure sat atop it, draped in gold and silence. No face. No crown. Just a pulse of power that bent the air. I stepped forward. The child vanished. And the throne whispered my name. Once. Twice. Then in a thousand voices all at once. I raised my blade. And charged.

Emilia's POV The three thrones continued to rise. Silver. Gold. Black. They emerged from the fractured earth as though they had been waiting beneath the First Reality since the beginning of time. Every chain surrounding the Sleeper trembled. The Unmakers retreated. Even the First Queen stepped back. For the first time since she had appeared... Her smile vanished. Wesley stared at the golden throne. The Sleeper looked toward the black one. And somehow... I knew the silver throne belonged to me.

It’s the other throne—the queen’s throne. Its pull is stronger than the one meant for a princess. It doesn’t just call to me. It sings. Beside me, Jack is still. Too still. I follow his gaze and see it: his eyes locked on the Alpha King’s throne. His expression is wild, breath shallow. He sways slightly, as if the very air around him has thickened, turned to smoke. The throne is calling him. The thrones are calling—to both of us. Drawing us in like magnets. Whispering truths buried deep in our bones. The world could vanish around us, and we wouldn’t notice.

The throne appeared in the middle of the broken universe. It wasn’t made of gold. It wasn’t made of darkness. It was made of everything. Stars were woven into its arms. Shadows crawled across its back. Ancient symbols moved across the seat as if the throne itself were alive. Lucian stared at it. “What is that?” The First King answered calmly. “The throne of the First Blood.” Amara tightened her grip on Lucian’s hand. “And why did it appear?” The King looked toward her stomach.

Chapter 165 The Empty Throne Kael stared at the throne. It stood alone in a vast chamber of darkness. No walls. No ceiling. No floor. Only the throne. Auren held Kael's hand. “Daddy…” Kael looked at him. “Yeah?” “Why is there a throne here?” Kael slowly stepped forward. “I don't know.” The words above it continued glowing. CHOOSE YOUR KING. Selene appeared behind them. Her expression immediately changed. “Don't.”