Divine Throne Novels & Stories

he said. I went white and felt how my heart beats tremendously fast. “ W-What are you talking about?” His mouth twitched and pointed above him. Pointed at her and to the silvery moon. “ She wants to own the throne for the nature turned their back against her. It’s the consequence of her cursing the three of you and killing her own. The nature is demanding for the payment of her sins, and she’s afraid that you’ll pushed her out of her throne.” “ Think about it, Devon. You’ll only need to learn and relinquish to your divinity and the power of nature will flow to you, naturally.”

Everyone fell silent because he gained their attention. "I will have to skip the pleasantries, because we have rather...pressing issues in our hands," Nathan hissed at the end and our eyes met. "You will regret it." That was the message my eyes sent to him. Father sat at the head of the table because he was the most powerful Alpha present, followed by me at his side, then the Riverdale pack and the others spread out from there to the end. "Now," Nathan held his hands together, maintaining his charisma. "It is already a known fact that the vessel that hosts the power of the Moon Goddess," he explained.

“Because he was necessary.” Lyra frowned. “Necessary for what?” Ekreth’s eyes moved to her. “The end.” That wasn’t reassuring. At all. The dragon sighed. “You know the stories of the Seven Divine Thrones.” Lyra nodded. Every child knew them. It was about gods who shaped the world, ruled the elements and the gods who had vanished. Mostly. “What people forget,” Ekreth continued, “is that there was once an eighth.” The room became very still. Nyxar leaned forward. “There are only seven in the story.”

Silence fell. “She was chosen before you,” he continued. “Before the throne. Before fear clouded judgment.” “That’s not possible,” I snapped. “She hasn’t emerged.” Spiritfang’s eyes darkened. “Emergence is not proof of worth,” the Spiritfang said calmly. “It is proof of readiness. And Raven was delayed—not denied.” My chest tightened. “There will be consequences for your actions,” he went on. “For now, you are to search for Raven and bring her back, you can’t seat on the throne, Damien. Not while she is alive.”

A chill ran through me. Sylvia looked up at him, her eyes going utterly cold. But Kane kept talking. "The gods honor the strong, honor complete divine blood, honor the dignity of the Divine Court. Not two dregs left over after a sacrifice! Lord Theron, you are a future King of the Gods. There should be no such stain at your side!" The air went terrifyingly still. Theron slowly rose to his feet. He fixed his eyes on Kane and spoke, one word at a time. "They sacrificed their divine blood and saved me. They saved Drake, and they saved Sylvia. The dignity of the gods you speak of was bought with their lives."

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

And judging from his reaction, he didn't like it. Neria noticed. "You know." Auren's jaw tightened. "Yes." The simple answer made the chamber colder. Neria looked back toward us. "Seraphine discovered something hidden beneath the throne." The throne pulsed beneath our feet, ancient, patient, listening. "Not a weapon." Another pulse. "Not a prison." Another. "A pathway." The crystal brightened again. The entire city responded, silver light spreading through every street, every building, every tower. The buried kingdom had become one enormous spell—one enormous mechanism, one enormous key.

“Neither will I.” The child cries out. “Please don’t leave me.” I pull him close. “I’m not leaving. I’m changing the world for you.” The Arbiter raises his hand. Then let the throne break. Everything shakes. Pain explodes through my chest. And just before it consumes me, one thought burns clear If the throne breaks… Who will the gods fear next? As the Arbiter begins to destroy the divine throne, I realize too late that if there are no gods left to rule, someone will rise to replace them… and all eyes are already turning toward me.

The red shirt underneath feels like a deliberate choice, the vibrant color bold against the dark suit, and it reminds me of the blood that will soon be spilled, that will stain my hands before the night is over. “Welcome Mr…” he begins, stretching his hand to me. An unwise decision, I think, as I glance at his extended hand- a gesture to show trust, to form a connection. It's a pity he’s just offered his hand to The Devil, to the very man who will soon be taking his last breath. “Levi” I answer, my voice is calm, controlled, as I grasped his hand in mine. The contact is brief, but it’s enough to have his face imprinted at the back of my mind.

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?”