Divine Throne Novels & Stories

"The Elders speak of you like you're a living legend. It's an honor to finally meet you." He offered his hand, and I shook it. "Thank you for picking me up." "The honor is all mine," he said, taking my luggage. "The Guild Elders are very excited to meet you." In the car, Ethan pointed out the Swiss scenery. "The air here is pure. It enhances a healer's abilities," he said, gesturing to the distant snow-capped mountains. "Up there is the oldest Moon Spring in the world. Its energy is purer than anything in North America."

“What throne?” Her counterpart lifted a pale hand. Behind her, the rift widened—showing the forest again, then the lake, and then the throne made of woven silver fire and shadowlight. It pulsed once, as if recognizing Aria through dimensions. “Your throne,” the figure said simply. “The Convergence Seat. The heart of the new realm.” Aria shook her head, stepping back instinctively until her back hit Erevan’s chest. “I don’t want a realm. I don’t want a seat. I don’t want any of this.”

Since everything looked worn down and neglected, it added to the creepy atmosphere. My eyes were drawn to a small set of stairs that led to a large chair that was in the center of the back wall. The chair was surrounded by paintings and carvings depicting a throne. There were bones and flames in the stone, and above it, a skull with horns loomed monstrously. This is not an ordinary church... it is a place of worship, but not for a god. This throne belongs to the devil... Cole's father.

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.

He felt much more at ease with this little thing around. "By the way, I heard that breaking through to the Divine Realm will bring about Divine Tribulation. Is the power of Divine Tribulation very strong?" Samuel continued to ask. The saying "Divine Tribulation" did exist. A person who had broken the realm and reached the Divine Realm needed to be completely reborn. Only when he broke away from the body of a mortal could he be called a God. The baptism of the Divine Tribulation could make a mortal get rid of his mortal body.

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

Elijah asked, crossing his arms. Thorne muttered, "This is just my speculation, but I think the sea gods promised them power, and perhaps many other wonderful things that might have seemed really good at the time. But the devil you see, will promise you heaven and earth… only to drag you to hell when it's all said and done." Elijah leaned forward, his jaw tight, "So where is this crown now? Do you know?" "no one knows for sure. But then…" Thorne said and picked up the tome, turned over some pages.

He looked even mightier than Thorne. As the leader of the four Divine Beasts, Thorne felt a little intimidated when he saw Walter's true form. He grunted moodily, and nine strikes of Divine Lightning struck. He had launched the first attack. The nine Divine Lightning strikes were dozens of feet thick. Every strike came with powerful intimidation from the heavens. It was like a Lightning Calamity. Everyone else followed suit with their best moves. Ember, the phoenix, conjured up the Divine Order's Flame, which burned like the great sun. It could cleanse all evil in the world, and it shot right toward Titanzilla.

But the throne was the real monstrosity in there. Located on an altar that displayed in the background an image of a creature with horns and wings, flanked by a pair of floor candlesticks with a burning torch inside, it stood like a living presence. It was all made of that intense black, like ebony, ornamented with the figure of a serpent that bowed before the throne, causing the occupant to have to pass his body on his side to sit, where the head of the snake hovered over the back of one of the arms of the seat, protecting his king or queen while he was there, so that the black stone clearly

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f