Golden Throne Novels & Stories

As the doors opened, Kira stepped inside first, before Lythari, the throne room, giving her that unreal feeling. "Like one would expect," She murmured to herself as she surveyed the room, not disappointed one bit. The throne room was massive and also had towering golden pillars that stretched up to a domed ceiling, and the walls were covered in patterns that resembled branches weaving together. Kira also noticed the golden filigree that decorated the walls and the edges of the steps leading up to the throne. The throne itself sat at the very center of it all, imposing and made of pure gold and black. The gold was rich, but it was not an overly shiny glow, making the color combination perfect

The hall toward the throne room had portraits of the past dwarven royalties wearing the royal robes that differ in design every few decades or so. The door to the throne room was as tall as the hall , made from gold, lined with gems, and had a visible yellow translucent barrier on it too. In fact, the entire room was surrounded by multiple layers of barriers. All this showed the dwarven kingdom's wealth as the richest nation of all because of their ore industry and smithing. A red carpet was in the middle that led toward the throne where the dwarf king, King Gronta Pappy, was sitting. The entire way of the red carpet was lined with knights in silver armour on each side and also another knigh

The gold coin in the girl’s palm felt like a relic from a sunken civilization. It was heavy, stamped with the heraldic lion of the Thorne family and the scales of the Vance legacy—a physical piece of the myth we had just spent our lives dismantling. In the gray, post-Default light, the gold didn't shine; it looked greasy, a dull yellow weight that had no place in a world where the power grids had breathed their last.

Gold hissed beneath her touch yet never burned her. Her slender hand glided along the golden armrest, unharmed by the flames it licked. Above her, her gaze found the great sigil—an echo of the one crowning the palace’s highest spire—revolving in slow majesty behind the towering head of her throne. The throne itself soared so high that even a giant would strain to glimpse its peak. The sigil, the proud crest of her house, shimmered with living firelight, each rotation scattering ripples of gold and crimson through the air.

I asked. “I can take you to her room and you could see things for yourself,” he replied. I snatched them from his hands and was about to put them on. I cleared my throat, “It seems you want me just like I want you.” I said. He looked at me with confused eyes, he was still oblivious to what I meant. “Turn around, do you want to see me naked?” I asked. He turned around with embarrassment, “Freya hasn’t done anything wrong. She was betrothed to me since from childhood. I feel our mating bond but things can’t work out between us. She is my wife and she is carrying my child.” He said.

The curtains had been adorned with fancy tassels and gold leaves. A dignified golden throne sat within a pagoda of sorts within this hall and was adjoined by an equally impressive seat for Zeus, the absent king. The throne was covered in hallowed illustrations, The thick pillows were dark silver, and those too had been adorned with embellished tassels.

I stop in front of it, admiring its grandeur, its power, it's meaning. “From this throne, the world will bow before me,” I declare with pride. I ascend the steps slowly, savoring the moment. As I sit on the throne, I feel as though I belong to it, and it to me. The magic emanating from the stone, the strength, and the significance it holds, flows into me. Moments later, Fenrer approaches with the crown my brother was once crowned with—a magnificent golden crown adorned with rubies and sapphires, tall and imposing. At its center rests a rare jewel, the Moonstone.

He chuckled. “Thought you choose the design,” he said. “I did, but the trolls decided to spice it up,‘’ I said. Silver throne is shaped like a wolf. I chose the design, and the trolls did as I said, but they made the wolf look vicious and not to talk about using pure gold to design it. The worst part is they decorated it with gemstones. Trolls are great at designing thrones and crowns. That is basically what they do and you can’t even imagine how expensive his throne is. Anybody who gets this throne is forever going to be rich, so that is why it’s enchanted. If anybody tries to steal it, I can only imagine what will happen to them.

Time slowed as her heart rate increased. In her vision, the golden interior of the throne was woven into threads that could potentially be tied around her throat. Willow stood in the middle of the room, not to be scrutinized in this manner. The golden throne room exuded an aura of opulence and grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate golden filigree, depicting mythical creatures and elaborate patterns that catch the light and cast a warm, inviting glow. The centerpiece of the room was a majestic golden throne, elevated on a dais and embellished with precious gemstones. Its tall backrest is adorned with golden motifs, crea

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.