Divine Throne Novels & Stories

The pack gathered in a clearing as the full moon rose, silvering everything in ethereal light. I stood at the center in a simple white dress, barefoot on the cool grass. Kade stood across from me in traditional Alpha formal wear, looking devastatingly handsome. Elder Margaret presided over the ceremony, her voice ringing out clear and strong. “We gather tonight to witness the bonding of Alpha Kade Blackthorn and Aria Silvermoon, last heir of the royal bloodline, Celestial Wolf.” She looked at us both. “This bond is sacred, eternal, and unbreakable. Do you both enter into it freely and with full understanding?”

The trees were so tall that they disappeared into the clouds. A divine tree in the forest had protected our village for thousands of years. The villagers would send a woman into the forest every month as an offering to the tree. The divine tree had to be watered by a woman's private fluids. If the woman didn't produce enough fluids and didn't satisfy the tree, a disaster would befall the village. It would also cause the wheat fields to shrivel up, so we would have nothing during the harvest season. According to the rumors, the tree's branches were thick and strong. There were also powerful vines wrapped around the branches that would send a woman over the the edge of pleasure.

Once that is achieved there is some thing the family have to do. Daddy what is the name of our throne and where is the throne located? My son why do you want to know all this about your throne today. You have a lot to learn and many things to do. The throne of our forefather is a gold throne. The throne is made up of pure god. We normally say the golden throne of Indo Continent, the Diamond throne of far North continent and we have the Dragon throne of Middle Zone continent. The golden throne of indo continent has a link to the majestic throne of King Solomon in the old books.

“You… destroyed the throne?” Augus chuckled, twirling the dagger. “Destroyed it? Hardly. It would have been wasteful to keep the purest sapphire in the world as a throne.” “The throne was protected by the Divine God,” Sylvia snapped, anger rising in her voice. “This is blasphemy… using it as a weapon. Not to mention enhancing it with a blood sacrifice.” Augus grinned mockingly. “If the throne was truly protected by the Divine God, then how did your father die upon it?”

Now, however, they were useless to him, serving no real purpose. In addition to the valuable materials, the throne was adorned with intricate patterns established by the master of runes. Among these was a rune, designed to continuously absorb the natural energies of heaven and earth, fortifying the throne over time. The longer it existed, the stronger and more unbreakable it would become. The Divine Seal Throne truly lived up to its reputation. Gideon advanced, moving step by step toward the Divine Seal Throne. Though his pace was unhurried, each step carried a weight that captured everyone's focus.

Hed spent so many happy epochs here. No. All that must remain in the recesses of his soul. This was no time for nostalgia. He slowed and approached the Meadow of the Throne. It was just as he remembered it: the flat plain of brilliant white cloudsoil leading up toward the center of everything. The Throne itself, dazzlingly bright, radiating the warmth of pure goodness, so luminous that, even for an angel, it was impossible to look directly at it. One could not even get close to seeing the Creator, who sat upon the Throne clothed in brightness, so the customary synecdoche--calling the whole entity the Throne--was apt.

Not human. Not wolf. Something divine. Something terrible. The First was climbing out. THE CHOICE Auren staggered to his feet, eyes blazing with golden light. “We have to leave! Now!” Kael grabbed Aria’s arm. “I’ll carry you if I have to.” But Aria was no longer looking at the rift. Her attention was locked on the throne—the floating, impossible throne forged from Gate-light and ancient bone—still cracked, still unstable, still pulsing with the last remnants of her divine touch.

The woman beneath the mountain spoke quietly: “The Thrones nearly ended the world the last time they descended.” Father Matthias looked horrified. “The scriptures say the gods saved humanity from the Ash Wars.” The Hollow King’s silver eyes glowed brighter below the abyss. “The scriptures lie.” Another colossal shape moved across the opening above the chamber. Closer now. Eleanor caught a clearer glimpse this time. Her stomach twisted violently. The Throne did not look alive. It looked assembled. A vast skeletal body forged from gold and white bone hovered beyond the broken ceiling while thousands of glowing eyes opened and closed across its wings in uneven patterns.

Jackolsha said. "This..." "Don't worry. Gods here in this world are many! They live like us... They hunt us for food and we hide from them but they will know now! Our revenge! We have a man! The next God who will claim the throne of Gods!" Jackolsha stated. "Throne?" "Yes... The throne..." Then she explained. "There are 9 thrones. It can only be found in the higher realm. No one came there but through the book of gods, we learned! Dragon leaves us the book of Gods!" Jackolsha stated.

But they pushed on. Until they reached the center. There was a throne. Black stone. Empty. "He wants me to sit on it," Diva breathed. "To rule with him." "You don't belong here." She spun. "But I do. Part of me was always from here. That's why the relic responded to me." Derek fell silent. She stepped towards the throne. He caught her hand. "You're more than your darkness." The throne pulsed. A voice arose from the abyss.