Golden Throne Novels & Stories

Today, they took this walk together, and to her, the thrones awaiting them at the end were not half as important as the man next to her. Yes, the thrones. Once different like day and night, one black, one gold, they were now a matching pair. Nathaniel had made himself clear in this regard: Katherine's throne had to be just as big as his own and of similar form. Yet the craftsman had taken his freedom on the material, surprising everyone. Beside the obsidian throne with the sharp black icicles on top, stood a throne out of glass. Minuscle diamonds, inlaid in the lean, fractured the sunlight that shone through the windows on the left and filled the whole, formerly dark hall with sparkles of li

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

Dagen then softened, “Well, you should have done that earlier. I’m perfectly capable of patrolling while you’re getting your ass busy up north.” “Be careful with this. The golden knights in the city will only listen to its command,” Thorn half smiled, “except mine.” Dagen looked at it, satisfied, a golden badge exquisitely carved with a dragon claw and inlaid with a red fire gem. After bowing to Eros, Thorn left the council chamber to the dock without turning back.

My heart is thumping rapidly as I scan the room. Hirelda quickly puts the fan down as all three of my maids rush to my side. “My Queen!” Yorna exclaims. I don’t reply, instead looking at the huge golden platters that cover most of the ground. Trays that are laden high with gold and jewels that dazzle brilliantly. What on earth… I have never seen so much gold in one spot in my entire life and I have seen the treasury in Clair De Lune… On the left, there are trays behind the mountains of gold and jewels that contain suede boxes that hold jewellery sets of all sizes. There are necklaces, chains, rings, bangles, bracelets, earrings and crowns.

“We have some pack business to attend to before we can make ourselves available for the evening.” With monumental effort, I rise from the comfortable sofa and Kent hoists my backpack over his shoulder. What a gentleman. We walk into the throne room. It’s majestic, covered in rubies and shades of red. Six jewel-studded thrones sit on a dais at the far end of a hall that could fit the population of my hometown inside–it’d be standing room only, but still. Guards line either side of the wine-colored carpet running from the steps of the dais to the far end of the room.

The faint jingle of their jewelry provided a subtle accompaniment to the rustle of their luxurious silken garments, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance. As the concubines neared the entrance to the chamber, a palpable sense of anticipation tinged with nervousness lingered in the air. The faint, lingering scent of sandalwood wafted from the partially open door, adding a touch of tranquility to the ambience. At the opposite end of the chamber, seated upon a magnificent throne adorned with intricate carvings and swathed in resplendent silks, sat the empress, her dignified presence casting a regal aura over the room.

The throne room was adorned with silver and blue in lovely decorations. Blue Silks, white flowers, and Fionn’s new crown was even a literal silver-diamond and the most gorgeous sapphire. No doubt a gift from the Alpha King and the witnessing neighbor Alphas. The throne was made of marble. The roof, just like the Winter Castle’s and this pack's dining hall, was made of glass—visible to the winter night sky. The interior of the throne room was snowing gently but the snow never touched the ground. A light, cool breeze greeted all the attendees. The crescent moon above seemed to smile down at us.

she began, “is merely one strand of a vast web. A façade. A forward base that the world sees. Behind it, we are the Golden Hall.” “The Golden Hall?” “Yes,” Fei confirmed. “The mercantile and financial faction within the Ashura Palace. We are the treasurers, bankers, and economic spies of the organization. We are the ones who ensured the wheels kept turning even after the Palace’s heart vanished.” She gestured to the black card still resting atop the now-dim crystal orb. “And that card you carry its true name is the Treasury Token. A unique artifact forged from the heart of a dead star. There is only one. It grants unlimited access to all the wealth the Golden Hall has gathered over centuries

The Throne's Choice Something rose above the Royal Citadel. Slowly. Anciently. Like a forgotten nightmare waking after thousands of years. The battlefield fell silent. Every soldier. Every statue. Every monster. Frozen. Watching. Waiting. Then the thing emerged fully. God. It wasn't a creature. Fair. That would have been easier. Reasonable honestly. It was a crown. A gigantic floating crown. Black crystal. Ancient gold. Covered in symbols older than the kingdom itself.