Your Throne Webtoon Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

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.

We walked toward the car, ready to begin our honeymoon, our life. As we passed the Moon Spring, I took one last look at its tranquil waters. The reflection of the sunset shimmered on its surface, a perfect, beautiful painting. From this day forward, I was no one's property. I was Isla, Master Healer, Luna of the Sunstone Pack. And I was loved.

I'm standing before the throne again. This time, the room is brighter. The throne is empty. I walk toward it. A child stands beside me. I can't see their face. A voice echoes through the chamber. Choose. I look around. "Choose what?" Power or love. My heart pounds. "I choose love." The room shakes. The throne cracks. The child reaches for my hand. Then another voice speaks. Kael. Aria. I turn. He's standing behind me. But blood covers his chest.

“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.”

Plural. The stories I heard was that Jonathan Devon, Hellhound Senior, had been given a throne by a qilin, for a favour, that everyone has a different story for. Apparently, Johnny Hellhound has a thing for not being consistent with his stories. Anyways, no one knows who carved the throne either. Well, who or what. But it’s a massive Asian-like chair, with gold-embroidered cushions and a massive five feet high backrest with intricate carving made mostly of black jade. The thing is wide enough to sit two or three people.

I placed my hands over his and looked ahead of me. My breath left my lungs. My right hand flew up to my lips as I let out a gasp. "What is this?" I already knew what it was but I needed to ask just to be sure. \]/Barlion pressed his lips to the side of my neck before he whispered in to my right ear. "That's you're throne, My Queen." Goosebumps erupted on my skin as he whispered the words to me. There standing in front of me is a tall white throne, one equal to the size of the throne in the court halls but different with the design.

Beta Lucas whispery calls, pulling me back into reality right before the council members and their fierce boring eyes. "Oh shit" I mumble, staring wiredly towards the slightly embarassed mom seated on a sliver throne beside a way larger empty golden coloured throne. The golden throne the largest and most respected amongst the trio coloured throne's. The golden throne signifies power and authority,it's a throne meant for the worthies,worthy alpha's alone are previledged to attain that throne and sadly late dad was worthy enough. Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession.

"But if your fine ass wants to get lashed down and spanked, I could be into that. Turns out that you're kinda my type." The Throne smiled, his not-so-tom-like teeth bared. "Why are you here, whelp? It would be as easy as breathing for me to send you from here into the deepest depths of the Underworld. Are you not seeking my gift to save the one you call Innehavre? If that's true, have a seat. The bonds are to hold your aura intact as I infiltrate your very essence." The Throne was a little rusty, having not had a challenger in many centuries and he felt his hackles rise. He was already telling this very attractive ginger-haired nuisance more than he usually told anyone. They were usually too