Divine Throne Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a giant, golden tear in the fabric of space opened directly above the clouds. A massive, floating throne made of pure white light descended slowly from the rift. Seated upon the throne was a being three times the size of a mortal, clad in golden armor that blinded the eyes, holding a staff that hummed with the power of creation. The Emperor of the Heavens had arrived. He raised his staff, and a voice that sounded like thunder rolling across the universe filled our heads: "You possess raw divine fire, little mortals... but you cannot fight the creator of your stars. Hand over the Child of Prophecy, or I will collapse this entire planet into a black hole."

I believe that I am innocent and that I have acted in accordance with the laws of the divine. My brother, Michael, didn't care for my argument. His brooding face was full of malice, hating my presence, hating my eloquence and fluidity and pride in my words. He grimaced, knowing I had a way with words, knowing there was a possibility that I could talk my way out of anything. "Silence!" Michael shouted by extending an arm from his blue shroud before giving a Throne the floor. Flaming, rotating rings covered with eyes were the characteristics of a Throne. It was a sight that could make any ordinary person quiver in fear. But when these rings spoke, there was no choice but to listen. Even I coul

"Because the air here smells like a cage, and I’ve spent too much of my life behind bars to mistake the two." ​I looked at the five other thrones, then back at my mother. The seventh throne—the one in the center—remained empty, its obsidian surface carved with the sigil of the Northern Line. It was waiting for me. It was the "reward" for delivering seven million souls to the processors.

Matteo whipped around as one of the guards couldn't help blurting out, "C-Could it really be the Donna's Padre?" "Impossible," Isabella immediately snapped. "A man with his meager influence couldn't possibly breach the gates. I bet it's the Castellis!" Matteo's expression immediately darkened. He grabbed my chin and hissed through gritted teeth, "What exactly did you tell them to make them bold enough to storm Tenuta Ombra, Bianca?"

Narrator’s Point of View FAR AWAY IN THE CELESTIAL REALM The celestial hall shimmered under the endless glow of ethereal starlight, its polished mirror floor reflecting the heavens above. The air carried the weight of divine authority, thick with the scent of celestial blooms and the faint hum of cosmic energy. Five thrones, each carved from celestial stone and adorned with constellations, were arranged in a semicircle. Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos.

I then gave Sean several suggestions. He suddenly knelt before me after hearing me out. He was still at eye level with me, even when kneeling on one knee. "Praise the great Beast God for blessing us with the Lady Divine!" he preached. I was startled by his actions. "What are you doing, Sean?" I asked. He looked at me with a burning gaze. "Lynn, I performed a divination two weeks ago and received guidance from the Beast God. The great Beast God said someone would bring a miracle upon our white tiger tribe. That someone must be you," he explained, his face filled with fervor.

The Thrones gathered in the Citadel of Light, their divine forms flickering like stars about to collapse. The Aetherstar’s roars shook even the highest spires. The air was heavy with smoke and fractured light. Every second they delayed, another piece of Aetherborn crumbled. “Ready yourselves,” the High Throne, Thalor, commanded. His eyes burned with blue flame as the sigil of eternity glowed on his forehead. “If we cannot destroy it, we will contain it.” They rose from their seats, seven deities of unimaginable power, and took to the skies.

She wondered if it would. She finally reached the arena, walking through a long hallway to make her way to the other side. She observed that there were two pressboxes. One was reserved for the Olympians. With a-what she learned was a celestial metal- throne front and center, with the best view in the house. She knew that was reserved for the King of the gods. Zeus. A shudder ran through her back, making her shiver with chills. She continued walking until she came across the room she knew they occupied.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

"Trust is a strong word. But I do offer you a solution, a means to level that field. Finn has Maya. You need a power that can rival her Moonsinging." "What power?" "The Obsidian Throne." He paused as if he wanted the words to register in my heart before he continued. "The Obsidian Throne holds power beyond imagination, almost equivalent to the Moon Goddess herself; that is why it is the seat of power in your world. The power from it could nullify Finn's control over Maya and give you the strength to crush him once and for all." The throne, ancient, untamed, forged in the blood of the first Lycan. Its power was immense, and my grandfather would always swear by it.