Golden Throne Novels & Stories

Instead of pity, there is a pleasant feeling lingering around Prince Thariem as he acknowledges that he is of little prestige and value compared to the emperor before him. The abode of the emperor is worthy of regard. His throne is elevated by the seven-step staircase. Each step has golden griffins on each side. Each edge of the stairs is emblazoned with patterns of gold and pearls. The entire room shares heavy values of architecture, history, and jewelry. There are blind arcades in the insides where standing in each space are golden monuments of notable kings and heroes. Inside the walls and ceilings above are arches painted in blue. Everywhere are fractal patterns of distinct beauty and fr

They worked together, hand in hand, to purify the palace from the darkness that had touched it. The throne room was scrubbed from corner to corner. New curtains were hung, golden and cream, representing the sun and moon goddesses. The floors were polished until they reflected like mirrors. Every piece of furniture was changed, except for the ancient throne. The Staff of Authority sat still upon it. Glowing with a faint golden light, it seemed to be waiting. Everyone knew: only the rightful ruler could touch it. No one dared go near. New vehicles were brought in, sleek, magical-powered cars that could hover just above the ground. They gleamed with gold and silver coats, etched with runes of p

The golden double door of the throne room also opens. "We shall take our leave now, your majesty," Brenia said as they curtsey before leaving the throne room. The Queen observed them quietly. Once they are out of sight, she fixes her posture before grabbing her royal staff that was sitting quietly beside her throne. The staff's body is made of specialized crystals that will only react to their owner. Its head is shaped like a rose, made out of pure moonstones. It has different gemstones adorning it. She stares at the staff which glows in return, before elevating it slightly above the marble floor. Its gems glow before she taps the staff's bottom three times on the marble floor. The sound ech

“There's a huge stained-glass window behind the throne itself. The throne was made of uhm gold and on the backrest of it was a howling head of a dire wolf.” It's decades since I last saw a throne that looked exactly like she was describing to me, but I let her rummage through her head for details that she could remember about the throne room. “Uhm… there's a pillar, four on the left and the same number on the right. I couldn't exactly remember the surrounding carvings, but there are dire wolves around it.” She snapped her finger. “And then the double door that leads inside the throne room was a double door. I've never seen such a huge door that was made from strong iron and gold, while it ha

He said as he spun on his heels making his way towards the palace. When walking through the massive doors entering the palace Christopher couldn't help but take in and admire the view. He had seen multiple different castles and palaces, but this one put every single one to shame. Every pillar, every wall was engraved in golden murals, in the designs the eyes of the depictions were gems, the sun was hundreds of large Topaz, the stars in it were hundreds of diamonds... It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, there was even another metal that looked much like aqua but was considered one of the rarest metals emblazoned into the more decadent designs.

She sighed, shaking her head as she glanced around, the memory of those four malnourished children gnawing at her insides. The doors at the end of the grand hallway groaned open, revealing the throne room—a vast chamber lined with towering columns wrapped in gold leaf. At its center, the throne sat atop a raised dais, an imposing seat of ivory and lapis, its armrests carved into the heads of twin lions.

At the end of the room are two large seats on a higher ground with few steps to reach them, one slightly larger than the other. Thrones. The larger one looks to be made from pure gold with the female head carved at the top, the arm carved to look like an actual hand and diamonds are arranged artistically on it. The second chair is the same, only slightly smaller and shiny silver. I make a mental note to ask what the female head means, although I'm guessing her to be their goddess, or our goddess now. This whole new life is so hard to adjust to.

All of his hype comes from his brothers, how good-looking he is or horny people who like smut-filled books. His brothers are just as famous as him. His eldest brother, Christian Crown runs a few strands of clubs and hotels. The middle brother, Khalil Crown is the maker and designer of the Crown. A car luxury brand, which became as popular as BMWs, Teslas, Lamborghinis, Mercedes and other car brands in just its first year of being produced. Soon enough they became on the same level as Rolls Royce, Lambos and other luxury cars. I do have to admit Crown cars are sexy as fuck.

Beside it was a smaller throne for the luna which was also made from pure gold and was decorated with diamonds. The wall behind the throne was covered with curtains made from silk and the curtains were winded up into golden circles attached to the ceiling. The areas not covered by the curtain were decorated with golden designs. There were long golden rods on both sides of the thrones and each rod had a carving of the logo of the pack on it. A tall candle stand was beside each rod, the candle stands holding five sticks each. The three steps attached to the throne were coated with bronze and Jared's legs began to itch as he sought to take those steps up to the throne.

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.