Your Throne Novels & Stories

“I didn’t flinch. I didn’t hesitate. I ruled.” Isolde shook her head. “You are enslaved.” “I protected,” the throne-self replied. “No more betrayal. No more compromise. Peace, enforced by certainty.” “At what cost?” “Only everything uncertain,” the throne-self said, rising. “But now you’ve come again. Still bleeding. Still begging. Still believing there’s another way.” “There is another way.” The throne-self stepped forward. “Then prove it.” The sky cracked. The plane beneath her feet shattered like glass.

⸻ 🌙 The Throne Awakens Suddenly— A deep rumble echoed across reality. ⚡🌌⚡ ⸻ Far beyond the stars… The sealed throne continued awakening. 👑 Ancient chains shattered. ⛓️💥 Golden light erupted into existence. ✨ ⸻ The Throne of Balance. ⸻ A throne older than creation. Older than destruction. Older than the Father himself. 💀 ⸻ The Father lowered his head. A gesture of respect. ⸻

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.

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.

Prince nodded, thoughtful, then laughed, looking toward me. “Does Torey know? He’s going to hate that idea since they’ll be overtaking him with the title of having the biggest pack and territory in America.” I nodded with a grin. “He knows. He was just glad it was his granddaughter who would be taking that title from him.”

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

A New Throne. I hesitated, confused. Did he want me by his side now? I took a cautious step forward, unsure if I should kneel or sit. But then his voice, soft and sharp as a blade, cut through the silence. “No, darling. That throne isn’t for you.” I froze mid-step, shame washing over me in a wave so hot it scalded. The entire room watched, hungry for my humiliation. “You’ve been so quiet. So obedient lately,” Kael continued, his tone laced with something almost amused. “I thought it was time to… reward you.”

Her Throne has never been shook before. The Third Throne, the West: ruled by Morrigan. She and Akasha are close friends. The second woman in the council. Her feminine rage is not to be tampered with. The Fourth Throne, the south: ruled by Atticus. He's the only friend I have in the council, the only one who's ever shown care and understands the pain I passed through, and certainly the only one who speaks in my favour anytime Marcellus objects me. The ladies are neutral, painfully.

Katherine was a bit taken aback at Lucian's words. Was he saying she wasn't worthy? Or that she was below standards? As Katherine was about to respond he cut her off. "Miss Lily and Lord Killian filled me in on your attitude towards the throne, 'unwilling' I believe was the term used to describe your response. As queen, your duty is to defend and uphold the kingdom, a kingdom that you are yet to love and you cannot rule without your heart." Katherine looked away from him when he mentioned her attitude since she arrived.

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.