Your Throne Novels & Stories

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.

Added to the fact that the throne's colour complemented that of the hall's, such a minor detail was easy to miss. The lady giggled as the throne glowed. As for what was so funny, it was between her and the object that was supposed to be inanimate, yet seemed to possess is own soul. "No Reiki. Nothing really lasts forever" the lady's chuckles ended with this statement. A sad look took its place and cast more gloom in this already gloomy room. Reiki was apparently the name of the throne she sat upon- the Eternal Throne.

I could never. “Octavia has been doing it for years, remember she is a demi goddess,” he replied. I nod my head. Well, her mother is a moon goddess, and she was born so many centuries ago, and she is also born to rule. I don’t think I am born to rule though because I always shy away from such responsibilities, but now I guess I have to take control of my life. Guards opened the door, and we went in and it looked like a throne room. And it is because there are three thrones at the end of the room, all of them were of different sizes. The bigger one in the middle and the smaller one on the right, beside the smaller throne, is a comfortable cushion with Sky written on it. We went to the thrones

They think this is a takeover. I turn pleading eyes toward Nathan as an acolyte approaches with my crown. Twenty minutes ago, the sight of it might have filled me with joy but now it might as well be a coiled viper instead of a tiara of silver and rubies. The Hierophant takes it and holds it above my head. “With the blessing of Lycaon, first of our line, first of our kings, you rise Queen Bailey of Toronto and Greater London.” The crown settles on my head, surprisingly heavy, and an acolyte comes to either side of the throne to take my hands to help me rise. Nathan stands, also, and I go to his side. The throne room is practically in chaos, but he just looks triumphant.

“They are all that you are never going to be. They do not need to construct towers in order to feel tall. They do not need to put women in cages in order to make them feel powerful. They have strength in the pack, of which a tyrant like you will never know.” Thorne clenched his jaw and a hint of real anger peaked the smooth mask on which his features were fixed. It was a lovely scene-- a fissure in the marble. "They are animals. And you are a Sovereign. You were to be set in gold, not trampled by the swine in the mud like the bastards who are stamping their place with blood and dirt. I am elevating you, Jessica. I am granting you a throne which shall exist forever, and they shall be forgotte

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

“Witnesses, you heard it here first! The mighty boss has officially fallen. Celina, you won. Those girls are being born with crowns — two of them. Royalty.” Celina could barely speak through her tears. “Love… two daughters. Two little princesses. Oh my God… if my mom were alive, she’d be in tears. It was her dream to have a granddaughter.” “Two hearts to protect,” Thor murmured. “And to think I thought I’d be the king of the house. Nope. I’m the servant of the pink throne now. I’m… completely done for. But so, so happy.” Zoe jumped up, raising her arm dramatically.