Sealed Divine Throne Novels & Stories

He waved at his future husband even though he was now invisible and left the scene. *** The ruler of the underworld returned to his throne room a long time later with a crossed off list in hand. To make up for his transgression earlier he had efficiently finished off the other souls on the list. Thankfully none of them had proposed to him. The throne room was empty again and he slumped into his throne. Normally he felt grand sitting on his throne. It was intricately carved from black marble with the carvings along the border representing the underworld, hell and paradise. On the top were three small statues of the devil, the grim reaper and the archangel. They were known as the hallowed trio

Across the pale evening sky, St. XXX church loomed with its towering spire pointing to heaven as if in silent prayer. Inside, the air was cool and mellowed with the sweet tones of incense, a reminder of sacred ceremonies that had been held in the place. Her heart pounding in her chest, Bettina sounded along the stone floor as she walked with a purpose down the nave of the church.

The judge's solemn voice rang out again. "According to the verdict, the defendant Quin is not guilty. The plaintiff, Joseph, will be executed on the spot. His lover, Helly, will lose everything and be tormented by illness and poverty. However, due to the severity of this case, special measures will be taken. The sentence. Both Joseph and his lover Helly will be executed immediately. All their assets will be given to the defendant, Quin Olson. The trial is now concluded." As soon as the judge finished reading the verdict, the room erupted in cheers.

I then gave Sean several suggestions. He suddenly knelt before me after hearing me out. He was still at eye level with me, even when kneeling on one knee. "Praise the great Beast God for blessing us with the Lady Divine!" he preached. I was startled by his actions. "What are you doing, Sean?" I asked. He looked at me with a burning gaze. "Lynn, I performed a divination two weeks ago and received guidance from the Beast God. The great Beast God said someone would bring a miracle upon our white tiger tribe. That someone must be you," he explained, his face filled with fervor.

“It listens.” “Thrones don’t listen,” Raisa said. “They remember. That thing isn’t a seat. It’s a curse.” Venn calmly inked another rune. “And yet it obeys her.” “For now.” They both froze as a tremor passed through the stone beneath their feet. Raisa met his eyes. “She baptized a child in prophecy, Venn. And now the throne whispers.” “Perhaps the throne sees what we don’t,” Venn said quietly.

A name that had never been spoken aloud since. She reached for him. He didn’t flinch. But the air around them did. They could almost see the air shift. A wind surged through the chamber, lifting dust and breaking light into swirling patterns. Glyphs along the walls lit up, pulsing with golden flame. And then they heard it. A deep, layered voice—not male or female. Something older. “He is the seed and the scythe. The beginning and the undoing. The blood of two fallen thrones, awakened too soon.”

“Excuse me?” “The Ferals’ arrival tore the veil,” he said. “The stars are misaligned. Marry within two years, and one of you will die. The Throne will fall, and the packs will scatter.” I harshly laughed, disbelieving every word that came out of his mouth. “You’re basing this on stars?” “On the balance of our world,” he corrected. “The Obsidian Throne is not a chair, boy. It is the axis. Your union must be sanctioned by the universe, or it will unmake us.”

All heads snapped toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. An immense, glowing orb of celestial light was drifting inward, passing through the solid pane without leaving so much as a hairline fracture. A collective gasp caught in the throats of all. In an instant, the political bickering and domestic drama vanished. Everyone knew they were no longer dealing with something mortal, they were in the presence of the divine. “Bow and hear me!” the voice commanded, vibrating with an authority that made the foundations of the Palace tremble. “None of you are worthy to look upon me. Disobedience ends today. No one escapes my wrath.”

Damien's POV "Alpha," the Head Elder approached the altar, his face grim. "Isla initiated the Severing Ritual an hour ago." "She said the Mating Ceremony is off." "What?" The Elder's words hit me with the force of a physical blow. "The Severing Ritual?" I grabbed his robes, my voice raw with shock. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Alpha, she invoked the ancient Rite of Rejection," the Elder said, his voice heavy. "Isla has rejected this Mating."

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.