Golden Throne Novels & Stories

From Andrew's angle, he could even see the intricate mortise-and-tenon joints along its edges. Chantelle quickly said, "During the Fallen Crimson Dynasty, foreign safes, firearms, and cannons had already been introduced to our country." Andrew nodded, his gaze sweeping across the lake to the very front of the palace's central axis. Step by step, white marble stairs with jade railings led upward to a golden dragon throne with five fire-breathing dragons as its backdrop. On the throne sat a lifelike figure. Andrew's first impression was that it was alive—a living person. However, after careful observation, he realized it was a mannequin with facial features painted on. You could tell from its

Cinderella's throne room was big, but not as big as this either. "This here is the throne room. Both thrones are made of pure gold, cravings in them as old as two thousand years old. Inscriptions on them stating the monarch's promises to their kingdom." Said, prince Kayden. As we walked toward the thrones. The hall around had big white square tiles; they were so shiny that I and JJ could see our joined hand reflection in them. Four giant chandeliers on the ceiling were so big that they covered so much space. They must be so beautiful when fully lit up. "Prince Kayden," I said, making him and prince Jayden stop in their tracks and turn to me.

That sly old fox. Couldn't blame him though. I had a knack for getting into trouble almost every time I left the house. The council had even once threatened to confiscate my talisman as punishment for breaking laws. Like I would ever let them. My talisman was an anklet with an emerald stone and strange insignia. Every registered vampire received a talisman from the council which enabled them to walk in sunlight without burning. Every council had a special witch to create talismans for the vampires they oversaw. I was different, I knew it. I never knew my mother. I was found in Lycan Woods by Tiberius who was hunting. Lycans and Vampires maintained a treaty, so far neither disrupted the peace

Emmy looked at the billions of doors. “Then why are we standing here?” Ignisvath followed her gaze. He knew that tone. “What are you planning?” “Something you’ll dislike.” “Obviously.” Emmy walked deeper into the network. At the center stood a throne. One. Massive. Made from black stone. Gold veins. Violet crystal. She stared. “No.” Aurora approached. “That is the throne between worlds.” “What does it do?” “Controls the doors.” “Who sits there?” “No one anymore.”

—MORAL TALES The Golden Throne of the Kabuku The Chief of the Kabuku tribe of Northern Kenya had traditionally been crowned on an ornate and priceless golden throne which had been handed down from father to son for many centuries, and was the most precious possession of this shrinking band of plains warriors. It was guarded day and night and kept in a special grass house larger than any of the others. A Kabuku warrior would happily surrender his life to protect it. It was so precious that only tribe members of as certain status were even allowed to look upon it, and only the Chief or his eldest son could ever sit upon it, and ev

The twisted branches intertwine, forming an intricate lattice that symbolized the king's dominion over the natural world. “My father sat on it, and now, I will sit on it tomorrow,” Dominic said and Erica felt a hint of defeat in his tone. “why do you hate the throne? It is beautiful, and it looks like it was made just for you,” Glistening with ethereal enchantments, the throne was adorned with shimmering gemstones that seemed to hold captured fragments of starlight. Each gem pulsed with a vibrant, ever-changing hue, reflecting the myriad facets of the king's untamed nature. The armrests were fashioned in the likeness of fearsome beasts, their fierce eyes seemingly alive, and their intricate

her to the main part of the palace, if by escort, it meant to be practically dragged along by her arms as their much longer legs ate up the distance between her room and the king’s throne room. When Akari entered, she saw Davos on his throne, a large golden affair. Gold was the standard on Werewolf, and not diamonds. Diamonds on their Kingdom were too common to be precious. Davos and Beatrice both glared at her, the looks on their faces cold and unforgiving. Meanwhile, Nikolai, who sat on his father’s right, gazed at her steadily, his expression hard to read.

It could only be genuine gold, a testament to the extravagance of this estate. With a firm knock from Astrea and synchronized movements, Asterin and Astrea swung open the door, revealing a breathtaking sight: the dining room. Its ceiling soared to dizzying heights, reminiscent of a royal castle. Rich hues of gold and crimson enveloped the space, evoking a sense of regality. Golden raven statues perched at each corner, adding an air of mystique to the already majestic ambiance.

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

The curtains had been decorated with elegant tassels and golden flowers. On the elevated space in front was a dignified throne made with African blackwood and gold. It was seated in the middle of two gigantic statues that looked like the moon goddess, Selene. A smaller seat, embellished with crystals and gems, was on the right. Elisia knew that it was where the queen should be—a seat beside the king. She didn't know how she was able to walk straight in front. She stood beside Thane like she was his queen, but she knew she was a fake.