Divine Throne Novels & Stories

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

The throne was divided into two identical seats, each separated by an invisible pull until they were in place. Ocsidian and light are linked by twin particles. Equal. Balanced. Possible. A stunned silence arose in the chamber. Then the Veil spoke. Not through systems. Not through code. Through the space itself. Protocol deviation detected. Amina smiled faintly. “Exactly.”. Adrian looked at the divided thrones with anger towards his own building. Why would they do so? “Two interfaces…”. He was a mere shadow of silence. “That was never an option.”.

I feel Martin grip me, and I know something bad is about to happen. Thoran turns my wrist over and stares at the birthmark on my hand. He mumbles something to himself, then looks back at me, astonished. “I apologize… let’s sit,” he says, smiling at both Martin and me. We turn to each other, very confused, but I shrug. Martin continues to stare at his father, but I urge him to sit down.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

The company's elders, watching us lock horns, stood their ground and tried to smooth things over: "Take a breath, will you? Don's just under the weather. As his wife, you oughta be his rock, not blocking his every move." Sebastian's lips twitched into a smirk, but he played it straight. "My wife calls the shots. Cross her in this family, and you'll answer to me." With that, he slapped his gun down on the table. The elders, taken aback at first, then chuckled and closed in around me. "Elena, Don's still head over heels for you. He's just got a short-circuit in the memory department, mistook someone else for you, that's all," they said.

Seeing that Caleb remained silent, the ancient voice continued, "Kid, do you not want my legacy? Become my apprentice, and this Elemental Palace will be yours too! It draws Reiki from everywhere, gathering it here—it's the perfect place for cultivation!" The ancient voice continued to thunder the soul, while the massive pupils contracted, his presence at once menacing. "Kid… the heritage zone, providence, legacies, mystic treasures… are those not what all humans seek? Come on, free your soul and accept my legacy…" "Who are you?" Caleb finally asked. The ancient voice laughed. "Hehe. Such a wary child… Not bad, you do have the right to be my apprentice… I am a divine black dragon of the Panth

Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.

The twisted branches intertwine, forming an intricate lattice that symbolized the king's dominion over the natural world. “My father sat on it, and now, I will sit on it tomorrow,” Dominic said and Erica felt a hint of defeat in his tone. “why do you hate the throne? It is beautiful, and it looks like it was made just for you,” Glistening with ethereal enchantments, the throne was adorned with shimmering gemstones that seemed to hold captured fragments of starlight. Each gem pulsed with a vibrant, ever-changing hue, reflecting the myriad facets of the king's untamed nature. The armrests were fashioned in the likeness of fearsome beasts, their fierce eyes seemingly alive, and their intricate

he exclaimed, and we all looked at him. “Care to share with the rest of us, buddy?” Tommy asked amused. “Appeased,” Aaron said. “Remember in the books it said that the Divine warriors will appease the demon bloods. This was all written, we just didn’t have all the pieces.” He grinned at me and at Drake. “Don’t you understand, this is what is meant to happen. A Divine Warrior is meant to take the throne not a Horseman.” He looked genuinely giddy at the revelation.