Your Throne Novel Spoilers Novels & Stories

"Greta got entangled by the things of the world, and got pregnant on a one night stand with Alpha Reuben. He never knew about you, never heard about you because Greta kept it a secret from everyone. Her own dark secret which have been hunting her for years. Made Richard believed that the goddess had answered their prayers.” "ENOUGH!" Thorne roared, his voice shaking the walls. "And Lydia," Morgana laughed. "Poor, stupid Lydia. She killed herself before she could find out the truth.” I couldn't breathe, her words bouncing off through my ears, I felt numb by the revelation. Does that mean, I was not the true heir to my father’s throne? He wasn’t even my father.

Atticus stared at his Beta, completely baffled. “What? No! Wait, how does the King know? That was supposed to be airtight. Slade and I swore to keep it between us. Not even Anna knows. I was saving it for her, for after the ceremony. This was meant to be a moment, not a headline.” He grabbed the phone from Jax’s hand and read the bold, dramatic Royal announcement. It was signed and official. “Unbelievable! Do they have spies listening to our thoughts now? The comments section is already flooded with hundreds of messages. The King is stealing the credit for my pup and my mate’s status.”

"The formal rejection was the second act. The first was ensuring you were paired with someone who could be instructed." She absorbed this. The idea that the pull she had felt toward Cole which she had believed, at its most generous interpretation, to be the universe's genuine and somewhat inexplicable choice had been a managed illusion. A redirection. A decoy built from council architecture and an ambitious young wolf who was willing to be used. It should have felt like relief. In some ways it did. In other ways it felt like standing in a room where every wall turned out to be a painted backdrop. "Why?" she asked. "What does a Sovereign Match to the Holt line threaten?"

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

If anything I was happy to join hands with Alpha Chase to at least, put an end to Donald's reign. He wasn't going to be on the throne ruling anybody again, and that, we were going to make sure off. His dirty secrets will be out in the open, soon... * * TBC

It filled the chamber like a second sunrise—silver and gold and violet. The throne screamed. The King shrieked as cracks split his form, light seeping through every seam. “You… are… mine—!” Aelin stood tall, her mother at her side, her power unleashed. “No,” she whispered. “I am my own.” The throne exploded. The chamber collapsed. Stone fell. Shadows wailed. When the dust settled, the King was gone. The throne was ash. And Aelin stood in the center of it all—breathing, crying, alive.

Seraphine saw how her suggestion caused his face to contort in revulsion, as if the very thought of trying anything would make him throw up. “Goodness! Look at you! It’s been years, and you still haven’t been able to get rid of your fear. Some King you’re.” Seraphine shook her head. There were other clues that had helped her. Although she hadn’t thought much of it in the beginning, now that she was piecing everything together, it did make sense. The throne has been taken over by Alexandar earlier than what she had presumed. Same went for the marriage of Laurel and exiling in his other brother, who she doubted was alive.

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

Asher said. A sudden cold hollowness made my head spin, nausea churning its way up my tightening throat. “No…” she said weakly, desperately clinging to me. “I didn’t. I can’t even think of ever hurting Ezra or Asher. Alpha, please trust me… he is not Asher. Madness, the throne madness, has taken over him…” I followed her gaze to the Obsidian Throne and then my eyes darted at Asher, who let out a scoff.

Zayn exhaled and bit his lower lip, "I can't believe this. Don't you want the throne anymore? You were sent away and your brother took the throne. You must want it as well" "I don't. What I want is to return home and help my stranded nephew. Modrich did not steal the throne from me. My absence made it vacant, and he took it. What exactly do you know about me?" He asked and Zayn sighed, "A book was written, the king who never was, it says you tried to dethrone grandfather" "Seriously? Is that what they tell everyone about me? Bunch of lying elders" Zayn nodded, "The book is a secret and-- The people of the kingdom believe you're dead. That's what our family made them think of you but, I've re