Novel & Cerita Your Throne Novel Spoilers

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"

The Throne shatters and grows in the same breath, spines twisting like serpents. And in the heart of it— Us. Burning. Breaking. Becoming. The Throne roars a promise in my skull: If I can’t have you, I’ll take HER. And then— Everything goes white.

She could decide which mates found each other. Which kings inherited. Which prophecies came true. Who received magic. Who lost it. Who lived. Who— Emmy ripped her hands from the throne. “No.” Ignisvath did the same. “What?” “This is worse.” “I felt it.” “We could control everything.” “Yes.” “Together.” “Yes.” She looked at the two seats. Then laughed. Ignisvath frowned. “What?” “We did it again.” “What?” “We changed one throne into two and congratulated ourselves.”

By the time she realized it, the floor beneath her was stained red. With both Lester and Henry staring in shock, she closed her eyes and fainted. … Julia ended up miscarrying the pup. Upon hearing the news, Henry and Lester collapsed onto the floor outside the ward, their faces ashen. They had thought that being with Julia would make their lives smooth and carefree. But she was all talk. She couldn't cook, couldn't clean, and she had no connections that could benefit their packs. Now, even their only pup was gone.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

I walked up the stairs. "Elowen!" he wailed. I didn't stop. Malachi's hand slid into mine. His power was comfort. "The throne is ready, for you, little star, " he whispered. Behind us a thousand angry wolves rose. They converged on the Alpha who had lost everything.

Xander’s POV The whispers had already spread like wildfire. By the third morning, even the kitchen servants had ceased to bow properly when I passed. They gazed long and wondered without saying anything. "The heir to the throne was deprived of his right to the throne." "The throne will go to Kael." I had heard the rumors myself echoing through the courtyards, seeping through the stones of this palace like rot.. The nobles were acting civilized, though I could see the delighted looks on some of them, and the deceitful ones of others.

Scrolls and neatly stacked papers covered most of it, but my eyes kept drifting to one thing—a book, slightly worn at the edges, sitting open as if someone had abandoned it in haste. Something about it made my pulse quicken. I moved toward it slowly, my breath turning shallow. The pages were open. It looks like a journal. Okay, Raven, you can do this I said to myself. Rowan’s handwriting was sharp and precise, inked in dark lines across the paper. The first words I saw made my stomach tighten. The throne will not be stable until she chooses. She. I turned the page, my hands unsteady. The curse is bound by blood.

The Queen frowned. “Are you certain?” “If Your Majesty wishes, other physicians may confirm it.” Two additional physicians were summoned. Both reached the same conclusion. There was no pregnancy. Ava collapsed weakly into her chair. “How… how is this possible?” she whispered. Around the hall several noblewomen discreetly covered their smiles. “So eager she imagined a child that was never there.” “I heard the Crown Prince only spent a single night in her chambers.” “And she believed that was enough.” “If she cannot produce an heir soon, her position will be very fragile.”

The door wasn't locked, surprising and careless - Rhea noted. The room had been arranged perfectly but there was a lot of dust and it was easy to spot where there wasn't dust anymore. Something told her that it was where Lyra had just searched and as she went closer, the fingerprints told her she was right. She picked the book up, reading the cover out loud with surprise. “The descendants of the throne, the determinants of the next in line" it said, boldly written on the cover.