Novel & Cerita Prince Of Death's Throne

Prince at the back of his mind decided that it was something he was going to practice if he leaves the place. The gorgeous throne was made of pure gold and diamonds. And it keeps blinking all the time. The hue of the throne was changing. It was the Prince's first time seeing such a throne. There were some antique manuscripts that Prince had previously seen. He opened his eyes too close to study the writings. The old writings on the throne were the same as the ancient writings in front of the Ancient home on Petit Island. Prince was perplexed why the writings on Petit Island and the writings on the Green Island throne should be the same. What is going on, and what is the secret?

Hopefully, I learn to control it. Luxurious was too little a word to describe the Prince’s suite. There were paintings on different angles on the wall, each painting having its own significance, but the largest of them was a portrait of Prince Draven adorned in his princely robe, seated on a throne and a Trident in his left hand. I moved closer to the portrait, my hands tracing the frame. He looked like a god, an angry one ready to breathe down fire.

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

The top area of the window was designed with different mandala-like art, helping to cast an eerie yet unique shadow on the throne room floor. A chandelier with different coloured stones and candles hung above the throne seat where the supreme lord was currently seated on. Prince Luther found the three of his brothers already waiting before the throne seat, and they looked at him as he slowly made his way to where they stood. "Finally, you all are here." The king's voice boomed. Prince Luther paid his respect to his father, bowing before him. "I heard your call, father." "Indeed, you did." His father replied. "I called you all here because I have made a surprising discovery."

He tried with all will power to keep his fears at bay. The place lay quiet and dark. Before midday, this place will be creeping with people and their problems, both those with solutions and those that only the gods could solve. At the far end of the court square, growing from the earth itself was the Oche Eze (throne of the king). Made purely from bone and leaves. It was the only thing in the square, save for the sand and the fencing plants. The Prince knew he will sit on that throne one day, the gods willing. But this place and everything that was associated with it, was one thing he still disperses about being a King.

Chantelle clenched her fists and cursed under her breath, "What a bunch of scumbags—they're destroying such a beautiful royal tomb, an ancient emperor's underground realm! Don't they fear the wrath of the one sitting on that throne?" Andrew glanced at her. "Ms. Garcia, that throne holds a wooden puppet. It's been dead for over a century. Do you really think it's going to punish anyone? Could you be a little less superstitious?" Chantelle flushed, realizing how naive and superstitious that had sounded. Suddenly, a booming voice echoed from the far end of the tomb. It came from the direction of the throne. "You dare trespass into my realm, desecrate my eternal resting place, and disturb my sle

From the name of the Pack alone, the red stone signifies beauty and power, and after every full moon, the blood moon takes over, fortifying the powers of the throne. The throne wasn't an ordinary throne that anyone could possess aside from the descendants of the royal blood which his opponents didn't know until they killed him and realized that killing him was useless. What Alpha will rule then if he can't possess the power of the throne? The last option is to either appoint one before Raze comes back or die on the spot on the chair. The throne makes one indestructible, invincible, and indestructible. It was designed by his forefathers during a war, seeing that they were trying so hard to ta

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

She was Elinor Pendragon, the fiancé of the late crown prince and the one next in line for the throne. It was set in stone for her to have a bloodied path and she didn’t wish for Azeph to walk it down with her. Not after the assassination attempt that made it really clear that she was not safe. She could never be safe, not even if she became queen. That was the life of people in the royal family. This is what it means to carry the royal bloodline within you. Azeph pulled back his hand on her cheeks. “Would you like to watch the sunset with me?” He asked and she nodded,