Golden Throne Novels & Stories

The grand double doors of the royal rotunda didn't just open; they exploded inward under the weight of Killian’s boot, sending fragments of gilded ivory and polished marble skittering across the reflective obsidian floor. The throne room was vast, an echoing chamber of white stone and high stained-glass windows that filtered the bruised morning light into long, bleeding streaks of crimson and violet across the long carpet. At the far end of the hall, raised on a high dais of solid black granite, sat the High King. He looked older than he had from the ramparts, his golden crown tilted slightly on his brow, his knuckles white where they gripped the armrests of his stolen seat.

“Sir… are you sure you want to use these people?” Karl didn’t answer. The screen shifted to a 3D-enhanced scan that peeled back earth like gauze. Chambers sequenced into view: vaults and galleries; crate stacks with no markings; bars and coins that history had tried to launder. Light caught on a crown nested in velvet—the Irish Crown Jewels. Another flare like caged lightning—the Florentine Diamond. Near the centre, stretched across a crate like a predator at rest, a compact, unmistakable silhouette:

One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried. After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests. "Boy, that throne is... how do I put it?" Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair. "It's something never brought out on the day of a champion's crowning as Alpha King," the latter responded. Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!"

“And isn’t that the place where the avalanche struck?” “The avalanche? What avalanche?” “Oh, right! You were unconscious when that happened,” “What?! We survived an avalanche? B-but how?” “You survived because I threw you into a cave. I was the one who almost didn’t survive. But never mind! Let’s go.” Hearing this, the servant took a right turn and motioned for his guests to come. Within moments, they were standing in front of the door that led to the throne room. This door was coated with gold and decorated with gems of all kinds, including blue and pink diamonds. The doorknob, on the other hand, was made of high-quality platinum.

The throne was built on the ashes of the seven humans who initiated the war and the skull of their leader mounted on top, a reminder of what's to come if the humans try to go to war with them again. Walking up to the throne, I pause and look at it, a remainder of all the responsibilities I had on my shoulders, the weight of the world. My crown rested on the armrest, gleaming under the sunlight filtering in from the windows, the crown has 10 gems, each representing a pack. With a sigh I sat on the throne and waited for the arrival of the humans as they were led in. Lyra walks in not long after offering me a curt nod then taking her sit in one of the four chairs in front of me.

ELIAN. “Does anybody still have an issue with my daughter-in-law?” Umma’s voice wasn’t loud, but it rolled through the chamber and made everyone hold their breaths in quiet reverence. She didn’t blink. She didn’t need to. She sat on her throne, which was three steps below ours. Our throne was intertwined, two thrones binded in one. The throne was golden, adorned with little dots and cravings. It was covered with red cushions, a howling wolf at the curved end of the throne and a string of twinkling stars hung around.

' And when the time came—when he finally reached out and took what was his— He would relish every moment of it. 'The throne will be mine.' He tilted his head a bit as he inspect the golden seat. 'All of it.' Then he whistled. 'Phheeettt'. *********************************** INDEX: speculum - polished bronze surface, used as a mirror for nobles

Chapter 107 - Coronation and Promises “Are you ready for this?” Maxton asked, his hand tightened slightly around Georgia’s as they stood behind the grand golden doors of the palace’s throne room. Georgia drew a slow breath, her fingers instinctively brushing against the fabric of her coronation gown. It was elegant, shimmering with fine threads of silver and gold, symbolizing her role as the bridge between strength and grace. She met Maxton’s gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs as she replied. “Ready or not, there’s no turning back now.”

Regardless numerous air conditioners, the undying warm temperature surpasses and dominates the room. A magnificent and huge lamp holder decoratively illuminates and greatly magnifies the throne room. It bestows pretty and magnificent multi colour to the throne room. As always the floor remains tiled. Grey coloured tiled which matches perfectly the decorative curtains. Such perfect decorative plan. Three priceless thrones leans stably and directly opposite the gigantic silver door. They differ by colour and size. Colour representing the golden colour,silver colour and finally bronze colour. By size, the largest, most beautiful, most magnificent and most powerful throne amongst the trio certai

Jade informed with hostility, I was just here waiting for her next information, sitting on our throne putting my chin in my left hand. "So according to our Emperor's and Empresses our new thrones, there are prepare," She said and walks on the biggest screen that we have and she shows us what our new thrones look like. Of course, mine was the gold throne high chair with a crown for a king on the headrest of it the others give their design on thrones that they want but me Jade design on mine I don't know about designs so Jade does the job.