Your Throne Webtoon Novels & Stories

The throne cracks. The wolves howl. Their eyes begin to weep ink. The sky above splinters. I raise my hand and snarl, not as a prince, not even as a warrior....As a mate. “Zenith,” I whisper. The illusion shatters. The grove returns in a burst of dry wind and dust. I fall to one knee, drenched in sweat. Breathing hard. The Lunacrown Thistle sways gently, undisturbed.

" Related to the throne?" " Yes, princess. This throne is like the soil where specific plants are meant to grow . Only certain people are meant to sit on this throne , Sophia. The moment a person who is not meant for it comes to occupy it, that person becomes a weed. " " But why will someone not meant for this try to sit on it?" " That person will come for power. To get power, the person will want to sit on this throne of ours. " " Dad, you mean someone not meant to sit on this throne will come to sit on it. "

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.

❤️ What Were You Saying? ❤️ The Giant Kingdom: The Throne Room: Draevon stepped out of the portal as it closed behind him and he stood still for a moment and let his eyes adjust. He had been in a lot of throne rooms in his life. A lot. His own back in Khyrador was large and he had always thought it was pretty impressive. The vampire king’s place was also big. Even Malgron’s palace had this heavy, crushing kind of grandness to it, made to press down on you until you felt small and stupid just for breathing.

Caden shook Theo's hand in the kitchen. She watched them. Caden, who was the Lycan Chairman and had managed international pack disputes and sat across from hostile council members without blinking, treated her twenty-one-year-old brother with a straightforward, attentive respect that had nothing performative in it. He asked about Theo's work with the genuine curiosity of someone who found all functional things interesting. He listened without correcting or redirecting. Theo, for his part, did not fold. He was polite and careful and watchful, which was the best that could be expected, and by the end of the meal something had shifted between the set of his shoulders.

“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 queen knew something else too.” The council leader leaned slightly forward. Interested. “What?” Ardan’s voice dropped lower. “She knew the council would try to break the seal.” The council leader’s smile faded slightly. Ardan looked straight at me again. “That’s why she created the throne.” My stomach twisted. “What throne?” Ardan’s voice grew stronger despite his injuries. “The throne of wolves isn’t power.” He pointed weakly toward the Devourer. “It’s a prison.” The words slammed into the clearing.

“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 don’t own one. But I’m very good at getting into other people’s kingdoms. Want me to teach you how to take a throne?” Sienna lifted her chin. “No,” she snapped. “I don’t need to take a throne.” She tapped her chest once. “I’m the Queen.” Lorenzo’s brows rose. “Is that so?” “Yes.” Sienna flicked the bangs that half-covered her forehead. “I have my own throne and my own kingdom.” She pointed toward the stairs. “My room is the palace, and I have subjects. Sushi, my mermaid doll, Angela, Mommy… Nicholas sometimes. Depends on his behavior.”

Him dying in peace and going to hell that befits him pays off that him been stabbed and stoned to death on the very spot of his sickbed where he lies. "D, once we are able to urge them to go back to their respective homes and leave the fight for another day, we should go help Mother to pack the luggages back to our new home. They can have the throne since lastest tonight, Father will be gone."I quickly quipped and he nodded in understanding. Snapping my head to face the uproar, I was alarmed when I almost slammed my face into one of them bulky chest. Crap, thank my luck. "Get away from the door kids! We are here to see the most worstest and cruel Alpha we have ever let on the throne."One fro