Your Throne Novel Spoilers Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

Anrina was strapped tightly to the interrogation chair. "Leon! I was the one who helped you take the throne! You can't do this to me!" Leon crouched in front of her and slowly flipped open the diary, holding each page up for her to see. "You helped me? "You stole her achievements. And you got her, and my child was killed." Anrina instantly collapsed to her knees, smashing her forehead against the floor as she begged for mercy. Leon leaned against the wall and watched in silence, his face completely unreadable.

She was Elinor Pendragon, the fiancé of the late crown prince and the one next in line for the throne. It was set in stone for her to have a bloodied path and she didn’t wish for Azeph to walk it down with her. Not after the assassination attempt that made it really clear that she was not safe. She could never be safe, not even if she became queen. That was the life of people in the royal family. This is what it means to carry the royal bloodline within you. Azeph pulled back his hand on her cheeks. “Would you like to watch the sunset with me?” He asked and she nodded,

And the true mate bond called to her like a siren. Lila watched her from across the hall during the feast, suspicion clear in her eyes. Kael drank heavily, his gaze dark. The game was reaching its boiling point. Elara raised her goblet in a silent toast to the shadows. The queen was coming for her crown , and she would drown her enemies in blood and ecstasy.

" He said and walked away hastily, leaving me to regret my outburst. Why did I have to say that? It was none of my business. *** It was time for the party, and I stared at my dress laying on the bed. A black corset gown, embroidered with pearls. It felt odd. Dressing up after all that time. It wasn't for him. I wasn't dressing up for Zayn. I tried hard to convince myself that I wasn't. He got me the dress and suggested the whole dating and party thing. I was just playing along, right? "It isn't real, Cielle... This is all a game, a plot to get back what was taken away from you." I muttered to myself as I took off my bathrobe.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

BOOOOOOOOOOM! The prison cracked. The Throne trembled. The sky broke apart. Then the First King turned toward the horror. Then: "It is time." The ancient ruler raised both hands. Then the Seventh Crown exploded with golden light. The final choice had begun. And somewhere within that light— the next ruler of the Throne would be revealed.

“Auren! The throne’s collapsing—get out!” Auren reached for her hand. “Then let it collapse with us.” For the briefest moment, their fingers brushed. Her eyes widened — and in them he saw everything: her love, her guilt, her power... and something else. A third presence. Found you, whispered the First. The light twisted. The void shattered. Kael screamed Auren’s name as the throne erupted into white fire, tearing the sky apart. When the dust cleared, Kael stood alone at the summit, his sword buried in the cracked earth. The throne was gone. The mark was gone. The heavens were silent.

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."

A flash of light falls over us and we land in The Crossroads. Arlo places me down on the grass. "Janice why save him, What about Dante and Alarich?" She walks up to him "Shh it's okay Arlo. They already made their escape and will meet us shortly. As for him, it's simple. I am loyal to our lady. If he dies, she does" She gestures to Throne standing pinching his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Janice kneels beside me "Majesty..." I place my hand in hers "I'm no longer Queen. I guess I'm in exile" Why does this feel like deja vu? She strokes the hair out of my face. "You'll always be my lady and mistress"