Golden Throne Novels & Stories

A throne was placed at the highest part of the main hall. The throne was carved completely out of a Golden-thread Nanmu block with its entire body glowing in a faint yellow sheen and had intricate carvings on it. The throne must be worth a fortune! At that moment, a woman in a rose-colored silk dress was seated on the throne and vaguely showing off her attractive curves. She was seated lazily on the throne with an indescribably seductive charming look. At the same time, she gave off an air of sacredness.

she threatened. Being indebted to her was one thing, but being paid to do something was another. There was no denying how motivated I become everytime I heard that money was involved. Yes, I had a few gambling problems, I liked expensive jewelry, clothes and shoes, So what?. Many girls loved that life, because of Cleo I had cars that only people would dream of driving. If she wanted me to give Alex a child while she continued to spoil me, I saw no problem with that. "I'll do it." I answered.

The design incorporates glow-in-the-dark dusts and silver green lines. "Thy mother, the mightiest and fairest of all Nymphs... The strongest among the strong, yet regrettably she did not battle for her, but she did it for her child, she's a hero." We're on our way to the royal halls, and I'm utterly enthralled by their splendor. Her Majesty sat on an elevated throne, topped with wood antlers, and passed judgment on anybody who dared to enter her territory without permission. Green gems and vines were used in the design. And the next ruler, Her Majesty's most holy staff, was the only one who could touch it.

Gregory approached me and kissed my hand gallantly. “Dear Addison, I am afraid I have forgotten a small detail and it was not until now that Oliver did me the favor of reminding me that I realized my mistake,” he informed me. “What small detail?” I asked without paying much attention to the king. I was admiring the decoration of the spacious room. There were swords hanging from the walls, there was a large silver-framed window just behind the throne, which was black and magnificent. The throne was meticulously carved with the shield of Dranda in silver on the back, thus matching the window. The walls were burgundy, the floor was light gray marble, the decor was as manly and intimidating as m

The hall was decorated with gold and silver ornaments and they glistened under the warm glow of numerous lanterns and chandeliers. Henry was seated on a large golden throne on the podium. He was dressed in a dark tux that screamed luxury. The jacket glinted like a sea of stars, riding over his hard shoulders. The top buttons of his inner shirt was opened and his pants fitted perfectly like a second skin. His dark hair lay in wavy curls on his head. He looked utterly breathtaking. There was another golden throne beside him, meant for Aurora after she had been crowned Supreme Luna. While he waited for Aurora to show up, a few she-

How he knew where to go was beyond me but I had every intention to ask either him or Grandma Gina when everything was over. When we got to where the leader of the waiters was leading us. I discovered that it was a throne room. Up on a podium were two thrones of golden colour. Both of the thrones had a crown made of pure gold on them. Just like before, I didn't know what propelled me as I started walking towards the throne. I had taken a few steps towards the throne before I realized that Lance was walking beside me stride by stride. He smiled at me and took my hand in his as we continued walking towards the throne.

The throne hall was already full when Seraphina entered. Every noble who mattered was there, cloaked in silks and whispers. Golden light streamed from the tall windows, glinting off silver goblets and jeweled rings. The sound of voices softened when she crossed the threshold. She felt every pair of eyes turn toward her. Elysia stood beside the throne in a gown of white and gold, her smile sweet, her posture perfect. Beside her, Crown Prince Adrian looked the part of mercy and majesty, his hand resting lightly on Elysia’s arm.

Caspian asked. No. "Yes," I said. The doors opened. The throne room stretched before us, packed wall to wall. Noble houses. Warriors. Servants. Common folk. And at the far end, the Obsidian Throne. Beside it, something new. A second throne. Carved from white stone that seemed to glow. The Queen's Throne. Mine. We walked forward. Every step echoed in the sudden silence. The High Priestess waited, holding a crown of silver and moonstone.