Your Throne Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“At least, not by blood. The Alpha who raised you was sworn to protect you, but he could not hide you forever. Not from me. Not from destiny.” His words made her stomach twist. She wanted to call him a liar, but the bond thrummed inside her chest, vibrating like a string pulled too tight. Some part of her—deep, buried—recognized this place. “No,” she whispered, backing away. “I am not one of you.” “Not one of us?” He laughed, the sound soft and cruel. “You are the only one who could sit on this throne without turning to ash.” As if to prove his point, the throne flared with dark light, a pulse that echoed inside Aria’s ribs. Her knees buckled under the force of it.

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.

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.

“No—no, no—Erevan—something’s wrong—something’s wrong—” He grabbed her hands, forcing their palms together. His shadows wrapped around their skin, trying to anchor her—but they slipped through her light like water through fingers. Her heart hammered painfully. “Erevan—help me—my light—my magic—it’s—” He pulled her against him, voice raw with terror. “It’s not you,” he said fiercely. “It’s the throne.” Aria’s vision blurred. Her light continued unraveling. Thread by thread. Erevan looked up at the throne—voice cracking with rage.

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.

Someone who's been waiting for you to take the throne. Welcome to the hot seat, Elena. It's going to burn. End of Chapter Ten.