Golden Throne Novels & Stories

I can still feel the fun they feel. The servant walked away. We followed him. I'm not too excited right now but I'm happy to see His Majesty again. We walked towards the front of the throne of His Majesty. We could clearly see the monarch sitting on his gleaming throne. I no longer wonder why so many aspire to sit on the throne. Normous’ throne was made of pure gold and durable fabric. For sure, it was comfortable to sit there. “I am glad to see you again. It’s been weeks since I last saw you,” said His Majesty.

The sky has a moon and stars looking down at the beautiful God's creature. "Wow!" Amazed at the interior inside, I completely forgot my anger. There was a throne at the center. Three thrones with wings in carved marble gilded with gold and precious stones were the seat of the Enlightened One. Surrounding it are the pillars representing each member of the inner sanctum. The other council members assigned three chairs for each priestess, militia, and guardians group. Each post has its chair also decorated beautifully bu precious stones and gold.

After making a deal with Guardian, the vision of him had blackened again, but this time he knew it was not the end. What was in front of him was a huge room: a space large enough to hold hundreds of people and with room to spare, and a ceiling so high that you had to look all the way up. The walls were white, adorned with a variety of gold decorations. Hanging from the ceiling, rows of opulent chandeliers made of rainbow-colored gemstones that gave off a fantastic glow. From the end of the hall to the vicinity where he was, a total of fifty giant pillars with different patterns were lined up and in the center of these pillars, as if it were a path, a huge carpet marked the path from the entr

"Am I going to die anytime soon? For my son to visit me it must mean you have nothing doing," "Father, Peace of the goddess be with you," he knelt before his father. His father sat on his throne, which is a chair made of different metals ranging from Gold, Iridium, Osmium, Bronze and steel. It also has diamonds used in some places for adornment. His father's throne is nearly five feet tall. "Is there peace for me at this age?" He asked, looking at Audolf. Audolf remained silent. "See? Even my brother knows. Leowulf, you see these 43 seats here, they belong to the main Alphas and other Alphas wait for the information from these Alphas." The Ultimate Alpha said.

Or that it was a resting place for her kind. They finally entered another room, this one smaller than the others, but with high, vaulted ceilings, and natural light pouring in. This room had stark, stone floors, and in its center sat one remarkable piece of furniture: a throne. Mounted high up on a pedestal, at least fifteen feet high, sat the wooden throne, a chair which was extra wide, with arms that sloped upward, and a back that angled on a triangle, coming to a point in the middle. Beneath it, on its corners, sat two golden lions, designed to look as if they were holding up the chair.

First, I had to take a deep bath using the fragrance they had prepared. While they dried my hair and styled it elegantly, I enjoyed my breakfast. After applying makeup on my face, they helped me put on the blue dress of my choice, complete with gold shoes. I could only stare at my appearance in the mirror. The blue dress was beautiful with gold-colored carvings, and the skirt touched my ankles. I wore a thick dark blue coat mixed with red, and a beautiful tiara was on my head. The guards were ready at the door to escort me to the room where the event would be held. I recognized the large door in front of me, the throne room. The guards opened it, and I stepped inside with them.

With a final, deafening strike, the light vanished. Sitting on the golden floor was a new Key. It wasn't pristine, glowing gold like the old Admin Key. It was a jagged, heavy thing, forged from dark, matte-black iron, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic red light that perfectly matched the beat of Ren's own heart. SYSTEM ALERT: THE CROWN OF THORNS FORGED. ITEM CLASS: MYTHIC/ADMINISTRATIVE. SOUL-BOUND TO: WRAITH. WARNING: DESTRUCTION OF THIS ITEM WILL RESULT IN PERMANENT NEURAL CESSATION.

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

Kael asked, his hand resting on his blade. Zephyr’s silver eyes flickered. “The kind that doesn’t breathe.” He pressed his palm against the door. The runes flared, then faded. The iron groaned, swinging open with a heavy, grinding screech. We stepped inside. The vault was vast—a circular chamber lined with shelves of gold, artifacts, and ancient relics. But at the center, on a pedestal of black obsidian, lay a crown. It was made of silver and moonlight, woven into a delicate, intricate lattice that seemed to glow from within. It pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light, like a heartbeat.