Your Throne Novels & Stories

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

The love I thought we had was a joke. It made sense then why he hoarded all the money and power as soon as our family business picked up, never letting me get close. He was guarding against me all along. Lost in the past, Sebastian stood and clapped me on the shoulder, "Anything coming back to you?" I shook my head, playing dumb, "Nope, maybe you knocked something loose when you took that dive. Got your wires crossed." Sebastian's grin froze, awkward as hell. Despite his brown-nosing, I was not biting, and his face clouded over.

“Take a look. This is the family now. This is how we’re doing things.” He leaned in, his voice getting that low, scary tone. “If anyone has a problem with what they see here, anything at all, feel free to tell me right now. I’d love to hear it.” Totally silence. Nobody said a word. The message was loud and clear: the throne was protecting everyone now, hybrids, newcomers, and all. And if you didn't like it, you were going to have to deal with the King.

"I was raised to rule this country, Lord Theodor. From the moment I opened my eyes for the first time, there was one role that I was supposed to do, and that was to learn how to become queen. I am not worried about my ability to take on that role, in fact, It would be an insult to his majesty who had been teaching me for so long to say that I can take it on. Of course, I still have much to learn but I am confident in my abilities. All that I am saying is that I am confident about my cousin's abilities too, and I have faith in his concern for the good of our country. which is why I think that this battle is meaningless," "It is meaningless because you are the rightful heir to the throne, Elin

Once that is achieved there is some thing the family have to do. Daddy what is the name of our throne and where is the throne located? My son why do you want to know all this about your throne today. You have a lot to learn and many things to do. The throne of our forefather is a gold throne. The throne is made up of pure god. We normally say the golden throne of Indo Continent, the Diamond throne of far North continent and we have the Dragon throne of Middle Zone continent. The golden throne of indo continent has a link to the majestic throne of King Solomon in the old books.

Sophie begged softly. "They will stop it by themselves when they give me a winner" he responded slowly and moved closer to David and Scott. "The beta of this throne will be chosen right here. Fight with the amount of love you have for me and the throne. Fight with the strength you will brandish when you are called upon to defend this Manor" he raised up his fist and brought it back down to start the fight.

“What throne?” Her counterpart lifted a pale hand. Behind her, the rift widened—showing the forest again, then the lake, and then the throne made of woven silver fire and shadowlight. It pulsed once, as if recognizing Aria through dimensions. “Your throne,” the figure said simply. “The Convergence Seat. The heart of the new realm.” Aria shook her head, stepping back instinctively until her back hit Erevan’s chest. “I don’t want a realm. I don’t want a seat. I don’t want any of this.”

and then they land on something that knocks the air right out of my lungs. At the far end of the hall, raised high above the floor, sits a massive platform—and on it, three thrones. My mouth goes dry. The middle throne is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Made of black iron, towering, cold, powerful. Etched with moons, wolves, and ancient symbols I can’t even read. Even empty, it radiates authority. Darkness. Strength. That throne belongs to someone who doesn’t ask for power—they are power.

Jade informed with hostility, I was just here waiting for her next information, sitting on our throne putting my chin in my left hand. "So according to our Emperor's and Empresses our new thrones, there are prepare," She said and walks on the biggest screen that we have and she shows us what our new thrones look like. Of course, mine was the gold throne high chair with a crown for a king on the headrest of it the others give their design on thrones that they want but me Jade design on mine I don't know about designs so Jade does the job.

I turn to Michael and Uriel, and fury pulses through me like thunder. “You lied to me.” Hermes steps forward, tense. “What do you mean?” “They told me I’d be an archangel. I’m not. If I were, I’d look like them. I don’t.” “So what are you?” JoJo asks, stepping beside Alex. “I’m a Throne,” I say. “Stronger. Closer to God.” Hermes loses it. He lunges for Michael and Uriel. And I stop him—with power. Pure, raw power.