Your Throne Novels & Stories

Adolphus smiled again, though his eyes carried relief he had not wanted us to notice. “The throne accepts confession,” he said. “It does not release property.” Ashina staggered back, clutching her stomach as if the word "property" had struck the baby inside her. Rudina’s spirit dimmed further, and fear crossed her face before she looked down at the cracked earth beneath Ashina’s feet. “The throne is waking faster than the crown can refuse it,” Rudina whispered. Otsana stepped forward, the gold mark burning, though Maelor’s earlier command still made her knees tremble with remembered humiliation.

Something more complicated and more real. "The alternative," he said, "is the council operating with the check its founders built into it. Which is a council that cannot be held by a single bloc indefinitely." He held her gaze. "You having standing is not a threat to the council. It is a correction to what the council was supposed to be." She looked at him. "And the bond?" she asked quietly. They had been moving around it since she had come downstairs. She was tired of moving around things. "The bond is separate," he said carefully. "The council claim is yours by bloodline, independent of any bond completion. You hold that right whether or not we" He stopped.

he roared. After calling dozens of times with no response, the frustrated Henry threw his phone to the ground, shattering it. He approached the guards and barked, "I'm an Alpha! I order you to open this door, or there will be consequences!" This threat had no effect on the guards. The banquet hall belonged to the Alpha King, and holding a mating ceremony here required paying a hefty fee. Not only that, but it also needed the Alpha King's approval. That was why so many Alphas desperately wanted to hold their ceremonies at this place. It was a symbol of wealth and power. It also meant their bond had been blessed by the Alpha King.

He knelt on one knee before me on the day of his victorious return and announced me as the tribe's queen. The others all knelt and bowed in allegiance. I smiled and told Sean to rise. Then, I declared in public that I would never take another mate; I would only have Sean alone. He was instantly so touched that his golden eyes turned red with sentiment. "You don't have to do that, Lynn," he said. "Hush, Sean. Listen to me. You are enough in this life," I said. 'Well, duh. I'm not foolish enough to take on more mates and tire myself out,' I thought.

Him dying in peace and going to hell that befits him pays off that him been stabbed and stoned to death on the very spot of his sickbed where he lies. "D, once we are able to urge them to go back to their respective homes and leave the fight for another day, we should go help Mother to pack the luggages back to our new home. They can have the throne since lastest tonight, Father will be gone."I quickly quipped and he nodded in understanding. Snapping my head to face the uproar, I was alarmed when I almost slammed my face into one of them bulky chest. Crap, thank my luck. "Get away from the door kids! We are here to see the most worstest and cruel Alpha we have ever let on the throne."One fro

She raised her head, her height was above 6 feet, plump and gorgeous, her lips were pinky, and she picked up her long dress. Walking like a queen, she made her way to the front, and the prince looked back, oh my God. My angel. "You look stunning," he replied. They stood in the same location, complementing each other's appearance. As the current king of this magnificent kingdom, the monarch said, "I hereby present to you the new crowned king and the queen of this iron throne," removing his royal crown made of steel and placing it on Kohl's head, "the crown represents authority, power, and leadership. There were yells and shouts, and happiness ensued. The monarch signalling, and there was stil

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

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."

ROY The throne room was dim, lit only by the flickering light of the torches lining the walls. Shadows twisted and danced across the cold stone, reflecting the brutality that had taken root in what was once Shane’s domain. I, Roy, now stood where he once had, a reminder of the throne I’d claimed through cunning and strength, traits Shane had clearly lacked.

As I gazed upon their triumphant faces, I knew that this was only the beginning of our epic journey. Dynaris stepped forward, her eyes shining with a sense of pride and purpose. She approached the throne, now transformed from a dark and foreboding seat of power to a radiant, golden symbol of hope and renewal. With a gentle reverence, she reached out and touched the throne's armrest, feeling the warmth and energy emanating from it.