Your Throne Webtoon Novels & Stories

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.

At the far end stood a throne shaped from bones and black coral. The child floated above it. The false king lowered the Tide Crown onto the throne. “It remembers its first master.” Raiken pushed himself upright. “That throne does not belong to you.” The false king laughed. “No.” The child opened her mouth. A man’s voice came from her body. “It belongs to me.” The red water climbed the steps. Her small shape stretched. Bones lengthened. Silver hair darkened into a river of black. When her feet touched the throne, she was no longer a child.

The throne appeared in the middle of the broken universe. It wasn’t made of gold. It wasn’t made of darkness. It was made of everything. Stars were woven into its arms. Shadows crawled across its back. Ancient symbols moved across the seat as if the throne itself were alive. Lucian stared at it. “What is that?” The First King answered calmly. “The throne of the First Blood.” Amara tightened her grip on Lucian’s hand. “And why did it appear?” The King looked toward her stomach.

A massive palace floated above the clouds. It was larger than any palace I had ever seen. Its walls were made of stars. Its doors were made of darkness. And at its center was a golden throne. What is that? The throne of the Creator. I shook my head. The Creator said we were free. You are. Then why is there a throne? Because someone must decide what happens to the new universe. I immediately shook my head. Not me. Elyra smiled. That's exactly why it chose you. I stared at her.

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

I was forced to relent and let them finish off the enemy. Seeing Uncle Carwyn and Aunt Rhiannon standing with Tyra not far from us, I sighed in relief. Thankfully, they were fine. I couldn't wait to find out what had caused Devon and Aspen to hold them back. A victory cheer came from the direction of the entrance gate. I didn't need to look to know which side was winning. Thankfully, Devon was taken down. Hopefully, he was the only Alpha intent on destroying peace in this kingdom. "Let me go! You can't demean me like this! I am Luna of Royal Blue Pack!" shouted Aspen, who was dragged towards us with a woman in a black robe.

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.

Gayle whispered, pushing the door open and holding it for me. Forcing myself to move, I took a deep breath and stepped inside. As soon as I entered, the door closed behind me, and my gaze locked with my mates. He was seated on an opulent gold throne, exuding power and authority. The throne was adorned with intricate, multi-layered designs, a testament to his status. He wore a simple white t-shirt and black pants, the short sleeves clinging to his impressive biceps adorned with dark tattoos. Despite his basic attire, his commanding presence as he leaned on his throne was undeniable.

He put one of his legs on another and leaned back on the throne. “It’s been ten days, Jayden,” he smirked in a contemptuous tone, “Do whatever you want. You will never be able to get me off the throne. And when I eventually do, all of you will be the fertilizer of my new kingdom.” He lifted up his right hand and waved it in the air. Two wolves who stood slightly closer to the throne were dragged in front of the throne instantly by something invisible and exploded into two blood pools. All the other wolves growled at the scene, but they all took a step backwards fearfully.