Sealed Divine Throne Novels & Stories

The Throne's Farewell The world was silent. For the first time in what felt like forever. No collapsing skies. No roaring horror. No shattered reality. Only peace. The giant eye was gone. The prison had closed. Existence had survived. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Thomas felt the pull. Stronger now. The Throne calling him. Claiming him. The seal was complete. The burden was his. Forever. Then Ava ran forward.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

Blake’s clone left the room without saying a word, looking back at the crystal throne and shook his head in disappointment. Blake Prime looked at the jade crystal throne and sighed. He wanted to break through to True Divinity when the women were ready to ascend. Now, he would advance a minor level due to the situation concerning Heaven and Hell. Sighing deeply, he sat on the crystal throne and felt the same energy coursing through him from before. Focusing the energy, it entered his meridians and into his Golden Core, transforming it into Divine Q. The Divine Qi then entered his Divine Universe and expanded to the breaking point of going through the threshold of his next level. Even though t

A burst of light erupted from the Aetherstar’s core, and everything within its radius, trees, mountains, even parts of the palace was vaporized in an instant. Rowan roared, transforming halfway into his wolf form, dragging Selene out of the blast radius as Kael conjured a wall of molten flame to deflect the energy. Screams and chaos filled the air. And then… like the voice of the heavens themselves, the Thrones spoke. Their words weren’t heard by ears but by the soul itself, echoing across Aetherborn like divine thunder. “Selene Emberlain. You have unleashed what should never have been born.” Light split the clouds, descending as massive divine figures materialized above the capital. Their p

Hed spent so many happy epochs here. No. All that must remain in the recesses of his soul. This was no time for nostalgia. He slowed and approached the Meadow of the Throne. It was just as he remembered it: the flat plain of brilliant white cloudsoil leading up toward the center of everything. The Throne itself, dazzlingly bright, radiating the warmth of pure goodness, so luminous that, even for an angel, it was impossible to look directly at it. One could not even get close to seeing the Creator, who sat upon the Throne clothed in brightness, so the customary synecdoche--calling the whole entity the Throne--was apt.

The throne was divided into two identical seats, each separated by an invisible pull until they were in place. Ocsidian and light are linked by twin particles. Equal. Balanced. Possible. A stunned silence arose in the chamber. Then the Veil spoke. Not through systems. Not through code. Through the space itself. Protocol deviation detected. Amina smiled faintly. “Exactly.”. Adrian looked at the divided thrones with anger towards his own building. Why would they do so? “Two interfaces…”. He was a mere shadow of silence. “That was never an option.”.

Dom blushed at my simple comment. "Things are good." He nodded. "I should get back though, she's waiting for the drinks. Have fun though, alright?" "Yes, sir. Will do." I saluted, smiling at my best friend. "Oh," Dom turned back to me just as he had started to walk away. "There's mistletoe hanging around, by the way. It's your chance to get a special kiss from Dallas." I widened my eyes and was about to tell Dom off but he simply chuckled and walked off with drinks in his hand.

The throne had already started draining my strength. Omniscient sight was a throne-based power that came to the Alpha, who sat on the throne. The closer I was to the throne, the clearer my sight worked and faltered as I went farther away from it. Neither Ezra nor Raven ever desired to get close to the throne and even if they did, I wouldn’t have allowed them.

Just a soft, brief sigh, as if a version of her had finally been permitted to rest. The entity stepped forward. And bowed. A single motion. Deep. Almost reverent. Sariah felt her legs nearly give, but she stood firm. Isolde stepped beside her. “That was yours to win.” “No,” Sariah said. “That was mine to own.” But before either of them could speak again, the entity raised its hand toward the sky. And the breach widened. Not to release copies. But something else. Inside the fold of that light was a city. A throne. A world. Unburned. Waiting. And a voice echoed through them all. “The throne must be claimed. Or the cycle begins again.”

"And humanity ends." He pointed to the Throne. "Take my place." "Sit on the chair. Plug in. Become the new Warden." "You will be immortal. You will be powerful. You will save the world." "But you will never leave this room again." [The Dilemma] Sebastian looked at the Throne. It was a torture device. A golden cage. To save Harper... to save the world... he had to become the very thing he hated. He had to become the Chairman.