Sealed Divine Throne Novels & Stories

Elizabeth explained. Lady Nicole and Lady Alice were engaged in a separate light conversation, finding it a bit of a bore speaking about the old ways. "What exactly did the witches do?" Katherine asked. She was curious as to how things were in the old era seeing as most people from that time were dead. "Well, after the queen died the cardinal was unable to choose the next successor, I believe it's because the witches trapped its power in the queen's body," When a queen ascends the throne during her coronation one of the rituals is embedding the cardinal's power in the queen. But when a queen dies, this power is released back into the cardinal but somehow the witches must've disrupted that pr

The crown hits the marble floor with a sharp clang just before my father’s body does. The hall erupts in screams. I want to shout, to rush over to him, but my voice sticks in my throat. All I can do is watch the blood pool beneath his throne, creeping toward me. The soldiers kneel, but not for the king—for her. Queen Lunice, my grandmother. “Long live the Queen,” they chant, their voices hollow and obedient. Her eyes meet mine. Those dark, ancient, endless eyes hold me in place across the years. “No male heir shall survive,” she whispers. “The curse has already begun.”

The cellar was immediately flooded with the metallic stench of blood. Matteo's gaze darkened and flashed with a murderous intent. Having his men killed right in front of him was a direct challenge to his authority as the Don. Still, he did nothing and turned to look at Papa. When he spoke, his voice was stripped of its usual arrogance. "Don Valenti?" At the two words, Isabella snapped her head toward him in disbelief. "I-Is he really… No! It can't be!" She violently shook her head, but her body betrayed her as she started stepping back from the scene.

“You… destroyed the throne?” Augus chuckled, twirling the dagger. “Destroyed it? Hardly. It would have been wasteful to keep the purest sapphire in the world as a throne.” “The throne was protected by the Divine God,” Sylvia snapped, anger rising in her voice. “This is blasphemy… using it as a weapon. Not to mention enhancing it with a blood sacrifice.” Augus grinned mockingly. “If the throne was truly protected by the Divine God, then how did your father die upon it?”

Prince Peter Justice Maclean, there is something you want to say, say it. "Thank you, my Lord Father, by the throne in front of us, we the royals of the Indo continent, pledge our devotion to you. May the highest divine power rest on this throne and in this throne room. I order that the royal family of the Indo continent will not turn themselves to bring any demon into this hallowed room from today onwards and that whoever has that thought should die on his way before returning here. As a chanter and divine servant at a godly divine level, I declare this throne is the approved throne and that it can rule over our royal family from now until future generations and generations yet unborn. May

“What throne?” Her counterpart lifted a pale hand. Behind her, the rift widened—showing the forest again, then the lake, and then the throne made of woven silver fire and shadowlight. It pulsed once, as if recognizing Aria through dimensions. “Your throne,” the figure said simply. “The Convergence Seat. The heart of the new realm.” Aria shook her head, stepping back instinctively until her back hit Erevan’s chest. “I don’t want a realm. I don’t want a seat. I don’t want any of this.”

Tonight, only one was occupied. Segrenry’s. She sat upon the central throne, overlooking the roaring multitude below like a queen surveying her dominion. Around her, the air rippled with heat. She spread her arms, her voice carrying across the arena through the amplifying spell woven into the arena stones. “People of Adistaktos,” she began, her voice calm yet carrying like thunder, “tonight, we celebrate strength. The breath of divinity itself, the one law that binds us all.”

Liliana and her husband walked out. Mila scowled. "What is she talking about?" "She is pregnant" I said and everyone looked at me. Mila's eyes widened. "How do you know?" "I am a doctor, Mila... I can see changes in her body..." I shrugged. And then Ivan started laughing and we all looked at him like he has lost it. "She is pregnant!" He looked at Vlad. "Do you know what does it mean, Vlad... It means she has already claimed the throne. She has an heir... And you being an illigitimate child, don't have anything... If I can't get a throne, you won't either..."

"The dark trial of our realm has concluded! The traitors who sought to sell our ancestral home to imperial tyrants have been crushed, and the grand fleet of the empire has been driven from our skies!" A loud cheer rippled through the assembly before Lord Thane raised his hand once more. "Through the blood of our Alpha King and the divine grace of our Sovereign Queen, the North stands united, free, and stronger than ever before!" Lord Thane continued, turning to face the thrones. "By unanimous decree of the High Council, we officially ratify the sacred union of King Gideon and Queen Lyra! Their bond shall be the eternal pillar of our land!" Gideon stood up from his throne, taking my hand and

Disbelief. “How long have you known about this?” “Since I moved to the Ravenwood branch.” “She’s human,” Silas said again, as if saying it twice would make it less true. “I know.” “How is that possible? A human mate—” “The Moon Goddess has her reason for every decision. You know that.” Silas exhaled sharply, turning away to pace the length of the study. His footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, the only sound in the room. Alaric watched him, waiting.