Divine Throne Novels & Stories

Added to the fact that the throne's colour complemented that of the hall's, such a minor detail was easy to miss. The lady giggled as the throne glowed. As for what was so funny, it was between her and the object that was supposed to be inanimate, yet seemed to possess is own soul. "No Reiki. Nothing really lasts forever" the lady's chuckles ended with this statement. A sad look took its place and cast more gloom in this already gloomy room. Reiki was apparently the name of the throne she sat upon- the Eternal Throne.

Dimitri hesitated, then floated ahead, wings flapping too fast for such a small creature. As they emerged into the Coliseum, the air shifted. Stone columns soared upward, tier after tier of beings in attendance. The lower levels, shrouded in shadows, housed her bound kin—demons, fates gone rogue. They snarled behind enchanted bars, their chains clanking in frustration. Above them, seraphim and dominions glittered like constellations. Light shimmered from their wings, and yet, not a single pair of eyes offered warmth. At the very top, near the arena’s edge, sat the throne. The Triune. Father. The Spirit. And her creator.

Elara The Throne isn’t a seat. It’s a wound. A jagged monument of black crystal, veins of molten silver pulsing through it like a living heart torn from the chest of some primordial god. It rises at the center of the void, spires hooked like talons toward a sky that isn’t sky—just an endless chasm of stars swirling like an open eye. And Kael stands at its base. His back to me. Shadows curl from his skin like smoke from burning silk, streaming toward the Throne as if gravity itself bends to him. The raw force rolling off him is a tide that steals breath, thought, everything. It shakes the spires around us like they’re nothing more than brittle glass.

He waved at his future husband even though he was now invisible and left the scene. *** The ruler of the underworld returned to his throne room a long time later with a crossed off list in hand. To make up for his transgression earlier he had efficiently finished off the other souls on the list. Thankfully none of them had proposed to him. The throne room was empty again and he slumped into his throne. Normally he felt grand sitting on his throne. It was intricately carved from black marble with the carvings along the border representing the underworld, hell and paradise. On the top were three small statues of the devil, the grim reaper and the archangel. They were known as the hallowed trio

Where hands should have been, there were only shifting tendrils of shadow, dissipating into nothingness before reforming. Elior stepped up beside Rael. “Why were you bound here?” The entity’s head tilted slightly, as if considering the question. Because the world willed it. Because the throne must remain. Rael exchanged a glance with Elior. This thing knew about the throne. Knew what it was. “Then tell us,” Rael pressed. “What is the throne?” A silence stretched between them, long enough that the tremors seemed to still, the chamber holding its breath.

“Is it true what’s on the news? That the black market was involved in Sir Dominic’s death? I can’t believe it! Demons!” Chaos and noise broke out in the conference room because of what they heard. The Knights didn’t know how to calm their allies down. “Who’s going to sit on the throne now? There will be war again if the new chairman is still missing in action! Our company sales will drop if the throne remains empty! A lot of people are also asking if Knights Empire is involved in the chaos happening!” Jacques glared at one of their board of directors. The man looked away and apologized.

He waved him off. “Uncle.” Divine pleaded. “You. Are. Dismissed.” Zenith enunciated again and Divine released a deep breath before turning to walk away. He suddenly stopped and his eyes lifted up to the air. “Hîn yeas tû kvm, yhù wīl bëë hâlön. Nö ônę tø bëë bëcäîdë yhù. Silver… Aconite… A Shard… A Drop of Blood… Ritual abandoned… Another One made.”

“Kneel.” Every dragon and member of the court knelt on the floor. Thorn shifted back and stood beside Leila. “Young prince,” The goddess said, using the voice of the previous queen, Tora, “your mother is pleased to see you.” Thorn put his right hand across his chest, kneeling on the ground. Leila followed. “I’m grateful to hear that.” “Your request has been heard,” the goddess said again, “In relation to the girl beside you.” “Yes, Divinity. I humbly ask that you mark this girl, Leila, as mine,” Thorn said.

The sky has a moon and stars looking down at the beautiful God's creature. "Wow!" Amazed at the interior inside, I completely forgot my anger. There was a throne at the center. Three thrones with wings in carved marble gilded with gold and precious stones were the seat of the Enlightened One. Surrounding it are the pillars representing each member of the inner sanctum. The other council members assigned three chairs for each priestess, militia, and guardians group. Each post has its chair also decorated beautifully bu precious stones and gold.

The tale of consecutive despairing events that doomed humanity spurred from the ascension of underworld monstrosities following the physical departure of Gods and Goddesses from the mortal world. Lacking any option left to turn the table around, turned to the apathetic divinities once more. Ties between the heavenly and the earthly remain severed, although assistance was provided under a certain condition — sacrifices. One maiden was to be chosen in each kingdom, who were agreed to be among the poorest peasants; burned and after three days, the figure of women were reformed from ashes. Incomparable power manifested within them, at the price unknown to the mortal beings. By the order of Gods,