Divine Throne Novels & Stories

Her wings, pale as early morning light, arched behind her in silent prayer. Next sat Remiel, the Seraph of Resurrection. His throne was sculpted from fractured crystal fragments of broken halos fused together by divine flame. A faint pulse of inner fire throbbed within it, fragile yet defiant, like a heart refusing to die. His expression was tranquil but shadowed, carrying the weight of countless souls who once looked to him for deliverance.

The Thing Beneath the Throne The sky cracked. Literally. Red lightning spread across the heavens. The mountains shook. The giant roared. The Keeper smiled. And every Crown Holder present felt it. A pulse. Deep beneath the world. Deep beneath reality itself. Deep beneath the throne. BOOOOOOOOM! The pulse shook the earth. Then another. Then another. Like a heartbeat. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Thomas grabbed his chest.

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.

Aliyah asked, holding Asher but also wishing she could hold Edward as well. Her question got everyone’s eyes on Irene and the woman can only say what she knows, “I believe that claiming and sitting on the throne had unleashed the eternal fire to its full power.” “Now he doesn’t even need souls to be strong, he is strong,” Beruka said. Vertimon nodded, “he nodded souls before because he hasn’t accepted the throne but like every demon knows, the throne is associated with the eternal fire. One can never be too powerful without the other.”

“The Throne never calls without offering temptation first.” The Silver God’s expression darkened sharply. “Stop speaking.” The cosmic entity laughed quietly. “You still fear truth even now.” Kael gasped sharply again. And suddenly, the bond between us exploded open without warning. A vision slammed into me violently. I stood inside endless cosmic darkness beneath towering pillars made from dying stars. At the center of the void stood the throne from ancient memory. Vast. Golden. Formed from existence itself. And seated upon it, Kael. Golden celestial fire burned through his body while galaxies moved beneath his gaze like fragile toys. Entire worlds rose and collapsed with the slightest movem

Lucian responded, as they approached the grand hall, the guards pushed open the door in their wake, and with a short polite nod of the head to Advisor Daniel, they began to discuss. "As you both already know the rule of cardinal has chosen a queen bearing the name Katherina Daventin. She is fairly young, 17 summers old I believe, and she needs to be trained in the way of a queen," Daniel stepped forth towards Lucian indicating that it was his duty. "General Williams, now that you're here the throne will be presented to you until the queen is deemed ready, as you see fit, an official decree will be passed out in the morning. Until then all hail the King!" The advisor spoke with faith not want

As I gazed upon their triumphant faces, I knew that this was only the beginning of our epic journey. Dynaris stepped forward, her eyes shining with a sense of pride and purpose. She approached the throne, now transformed from a dark and foreboding seat of power to a radiant, golden symbol of hope and renewal. With a gentle reverence, she reached out and touched the throne's armrest, feeling the warmth and energy emanating from it.

“You realize that as a god, no living being belongs to you, right? If a Divine Bird has already chosen its master, not even Nataroth could tear them apart. So asking a mortal to hand over a Divine Bird is nothing short of insanity. Go back to the heavenly court now, Thiton, Uriel, while I’m asking nicely.” “Uriel? Isn’t that the name of the god of light and magic? And Thiton, isn’t that the god of darkness and destruction ?” Vera whispered to Natalia. Natalia nodded. Even though she considered herself a transcendental, she knew she was incapable of defeating a god. But she couldn’t recklessly hand Amaika over. Based on what Quene and Madaline told her, those two were up to no good. “We will

Dancing and swirling in the most enchanting patterns, carving themselves in the wood. The doors fly open and the vines and flowers continue to flow and carve the stone walls. The display of vines end on the black throne on the far side of the massive hall. People within gasp and cheer. Clapping and bowing as I walk with the master and take my seat upon the throne. The robed man stands and addresses the crowd. "YOUR QUEEN" he bellows and the crowd erupt "Long may she reign"

But his voice was quite stern and I could hear him clearly. “I’m standing right in front of the room of that girl, Sir. She is an orphan and a commoner”. “I’ve told you millions of times that I don’t need commoners. Yes, I did ask you to find red-eyed vampires and bring them on our side but I didn’t mean that you could bring commoners. I know that they are of divine blood too but they are too weak and if they are weak that means they are also weak in their relationship with the Goddess”, said the hooded guy