Fallen Throne Novels & Stories

I watched him leave as I doused the cigarette. My foolish little brother could have Whitney. What I truly wanted was to see both of them fall from grace.

Jasmine started to fade before she could continue. Gabriel waited in front of the throne on his knee bowing to the Almighty as he felt ashamed. Yet another soul was regained and the earth now was out of balance and corrupted by one person. One measly woman. His fists clenched and he contained the anger from his lips as he spoke. He had never been so humiliated. “No need to feel humiliated, my child. There are certain things in this world that you do not understand.” The Almighty replied, in a blanket of warmth surrounding Gabriel, not at all upset as he thought The Almighty should be.

“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.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

Until the next morning. I'm in my throne room surrounded by my council. Clad in their purple robes. I'm sitting on my throne, going over the new negotiations with the human kingdom. I feel him approaching. He stands beside me on my right. Pushing Marcellus over to the my left. He snatches the signed treaty from my hands and snorts "A treaty with food? They are beneath us, they have one use. We don't need to entertain their requests" He rips the parchment, throwing the sheds up in the air. The council are startled by his behaviour "Your majesty, what say you?" I stand up "Marcellus re-write the treaty and send it back to the human king. Make up some excuse and get him to sign it again" He nod

'Once you fall down there, your physical body, soul and mana energy will fall apart due to the nature of the barrier set in there. '. . the mana flowing in you will be attracted to the closest compatible vessel. . .' Is it going to happen anytime now? Oh yes, he is going to be a significant part of the second destruction of the Kingdom, what an honour. "Thea. . Johann. . " he whispered to himself, facing up from where he believes he fell from. 'I guess this marks the end of it. . .' Having no other choice but to surrender himself, he inhaled the heavy air he grasps, and closed his eyes.

I stopped crying after several hours and JD stayed with me the whole time. Before long, the day finally ended. This marked the end of whatever illusion I had of ever being with Adrian and the end of The Decadence of The Fallen as well. We were a band no more after that and the girl who once fell for the "Ice Prince" had given up on trying to melt his frozen heart.

Erin shook his head and sighed again. “Many individuals are vying for the throne, and there is also a lot of discontent regarding Uncle Vernon’s replacement due to a tragic event. Our great-grandfather violated the law,” Erin said, mustering a forced smile. “He betrayed the family, making a mistake in an attempt to protect us, our family, our people, and our reputation.” Erin continued, gripping Agustin’s shoulder. “The throne requires someone capable of ruling it.” “And that someone is you, Agustin.”

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

“We track down the hidden entrance to the mountain and find the throne Kael mentioned.” Elias nodded. “But we’ll have to go through the old warlands. They’re crawling with Reapers, and the mountain itself is cursed.” “Cursed?” Serena echoed. “It was sealed after the First Rebellion,” Theron explained. “By your ancestors. The throne Kael spoke of... it was abandoned because the last queen went mad after sitting on it.” Serena swallowed. “Why?” Elias finally spoke. “They say the throne doesn’t just grant power. It tests it. Judges you. And if it finds you unworthy, it consumes you.”