Golden Throne Novels & Stories

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.

Roberrick stood before the imposing golden doors that guarded his most prized possession – the fabled Golden Room. Its enigmatic allure had fueled his ambition for years, and now, he was finally here, on the threshold of his desires. He carefully turned the intricate key in the lock, the soft click echoing in the hushed corridor. With a gentle push, the doors swung open, revealing a room that gleamed with opulence.

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.

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

Kael stayed by the larger throne, speaking in low tones with an advisor whose robes trailed like ink across the floor. The throne itself was a looming piece of blackwood, carved with curling designs that shifted in the light — one moment they looked like winding vines, the next like chains binding unseen prisoners. The high back rose in a sharp crown of spires, each tipped with a fleck of dark gold that caught the candlelight in sudden, spark-like flashes. The armrests were smooth from years of use, but the ends flared into talons clutching rubies the size of a thumb. It was not a seat built for comfort. It was a seat built to remind anyone who looked at it who had the power to put them ther

" '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.

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.