Your Throne Novels & Stories

He put one of his legs on another and leaned back on the throne. “It’s been ten days, Jayden,” he smirked in a contemptuous tone, “Do whatever you want. You will never be able to get me off the throne. And when I eventually do, all of you will be the fertilizer of my new kingdom.” He lifted up his right hand and waved it in the air. Two wolves who stood slightly closer to the throne were dragged in front of the throne instantly by something invisible and exploded into two blood pools. All the other wolves growled at the scene, but they all took a step backwards fearfully.

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

She sat down at her desk and opened the Book of Ashes again. And on a new page, in clean black ink, she wrote: VI. The throne is not inherited. It is taken. And if I must become a monster to keep it, then let them tremble. Let them kneel. Let them burn.

“You think this is over, don’t you? you think you’ve claimed victory. But this kingdom is still mine. And your throne? It is mine too.” My hands curled tight, fists shaking as my claws broke through. I could feel the shift coming on, my other side pushing up hard and begging me to tear into him. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice was low, tight and full of heat. “This throne belongs to me, I’ve earned it.” The figure stepped closer, their presence heavy and suffocating, like the air itself was bending around them. “You haven’t earned anything,” they said, eyes locked on mine. “The true power of this kingdom lies beneath your feet. You cannot rebuild a kingdom th

“Where the hell is the other throne? Do you people think my little girl made this baby by herself?!” I wanted to tell her that a normal chair was fine, but she was already heading right for a terrified-looking man standing beside a box truck. Five minutes later, an insanely huge throne was carted over and sat next to Taylor’s. It looked like it weighed five hundred pounds, at least. “Wow.” “Matthew, you sit. We’re almost ready,” Nancy demanded. Taylor looked at my face, then darted her eyes to the throne, letting me know to just do what I was being told.

" Related to the throne?" " Yes, princess. This throne is like the soil where specific plants are meant to grow . Only certain people are meant to sit on this throne , Sophia. The moment a person who is not meant for it comes to occupy it, that person becomes a weed. " " But why will someone not meant for this try to sit on it?" " That person will come for power. To get power, the person will want to sit on this throne of ours. " " Dad, you mean someone not meant to sit on this throne will come to sit on it. "

she asked calmly, “will the Moon mend?” No one answered. Because they did not know. That uncertainty fractured their perfection. “You mistake consequence for cause,” Maltheus said at last. “You mistake control for stability,” she replied. A dangerous light entered his ancient eyes. A councilor’s voice slid toward me. “Consider your next words carefully. Your throne exists by our sanction.” Something inside me went utterly still. What is a throne worth… if it demands her life to keep it? The bond roared. Truth. Not possession. Not duty. Truth.

As we stepped into the room with the rest of the Alphas who had arrived before us, I paused for a moment in the doorway to take in the sight before me. The rug that ran down the center of the room was a deep, midnight blue, and the flooring was a contrasting ivory with taupe marbling. The throne itself was a large chair, made from silver to symbolize the true royal family’s near immunity to the metal. The upholstery on the chair was the same blue as the rug, and just behind the throne was a clear glass mosaic window of the moon and Selene. Standing in front of the raised dais of the throne was King Tobias, his son, Prince Leonidas, and the Royal Beta, Malcolm, all three of them dressed richl

“What?” The Alpha’s maw curled back, exposing teeth like jagged moonlight. “The throne you sit upon was never yours. Never theirs. It was ours—caged, stolen, and forged from our bones. The Shadow Rulers were cowards who bound us to feed their hunger. And now you dare wear their crown.” The words hit like a blow. Serena’s chest tightened, her hands trembling as the truth cracked open beneath her. The throne wasn’t her inheritance. It wasn’t even her curse. It was a theft.