Your Throne Webtoon Novels & Stories

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

She wasn’t sure whether she’d spoken aloud or only moved the thought forward. Within the Vein. The throne is not a seat. It is a seal. You are the lock. You are the key. The words burned, but not painfully. They imprinted. They belonged. Images bloomed in the darkness around her like stars flaring to life. She saw kingdoms long crumbled, their banners now dust. She saw children playing in a garden that no longer grew. She saw herself as a child, curled beneath a table, watching her sister argue with their mother in hushed, vicious tones. She had forgotten that day. But the throne had not.

Around me, nobody reacted. Nobody else had heard it. The voice was speaking only to me. The Throne remembers you. "I don't understand." The words escaped before I could stop them. Renn looked at me immediately. "What?" But I barely heard him. Because images flooded my mind. A cavern. Silver stars. An ancient throne. A chain wrapped around something hidden beneath it. Then another image appeared. A person. Standing before the throne. Not a king. Not a warrior. A child. A child holding a silver key.

KALOYAN'S POV Lord Ezra knocked on my door too early in the morning, but I hadn't been asleep. I was lost in thought about what I had become. Everyone wanted me off this throne. If they had their way, they would behead me and burn my body in a fire. "What's the reason for this summon, Lord Ezra?" I climbed the stairs of the dais, meeting my dark coloured throne, inscripted with old Eastmoon language. It had tall, spear-like edges and a headrest shaped like the wings of a bat. I sat down, gripping its arms. The throne room was empty, save for the three wolves kneeling with their heads touching the ground, and the Lord still yet to unveil why we were here.

“You think this is over, don’t you? you think you’ve claimed victory. But this kingdom is still mine. And your throne? It is mine too.” My hands curled tight, fists shaking as my claws broke through. I could feel the shift coming on, my other side pushing up hard and begging me to tear into him. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice was low, tight and full of heat. “This throne belongs to me, I’ve earned it.” The figure stepped closer, their presence heavy and suffocating, like the air itself was bending around them. “You haven’t earned anything,” they said, eyes locked on mine. “The true power of this kingdom lies beneath your feet. You cannot rebuild a kingdom that was never meant to be.

This might be the throne room, I thought to myself. “Where is 'here'?” I questioned. “The throne room.” He said. “And that” he pointed to the chair, that looked all mighty. “Is yours.” He concluded. I smiled and walked up to the throne, and planted my butt upon it. It felt comfortable and soft, but what surprised me the most was how powerful it made me feel. a throne decorated with gold that sat higher than anyone else. “I’m finally Queen.” I said to myself. Eliot nodded smirking at me.

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers steepling as I contemplated the implications. "Everything I've been preparing for hinges on this moment, Marcus. Lex thinks he's safe, but he has no idea what's coming." "You're not just talking about crashing the wedding, are you?" Marcus asked, his tone a bit suspicious. "You're planning to take the throne back." "Exactly," I replied, my voice low and steady. "I will bring doom upon that wedding and reclaim what is rightfully mine. And then, I will wed my brother's Luna." Marcus gasped and cleared his throat. It was something he always did whenever he was skeptical about something.

"The iron king you met at the gate was not an army. He was the tooth of the lower jaw. If you do not step into the sub-casing within the next three minutes, the reverse current from the south will find nothing but empty granite here. It will loop back. It will burn every kitchen hearth from here, to the coast to keep the baseline from grounding." "You built this " she whispered, her eyes tracking the veined lines of the map. "You did not leave the academy because of the taxes. You left because you wanted to finish the circuit." "The circuit was finished before your grandmother was born, " Thorne said, his hand reaching out to grip her left shoulder, the meat side. His fingers were cold, but

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.

] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me." I turned to see Sebastian, sharp in a tailored suit, standing by Rosa in her bridal gown, playing the perfect hosts. They stood before a rainbow archway, their oversized wedding portraits smiling down. Catching sight of me, Rosa rose on her toes and planted a kiss on Sebastian. The crowd erupted in whistles and cheers, and Sebastian, a bit sheepish, dabbed at his mouth. He glanced up without thinking, and our eyes locked in an unexpected standoff. Sebastian, caught off guard, shoved Rosa aside, his awkwardness bordering on comical.