Sealed Divine Throne Novels & Stories

I ask, curious how things will go if the council meeting is a dud. "Passing over the throne is different from a forced takeover. If we beat our parents during a duel for the throne, it automatically becomes ours. As an heir, the throne is our birthright which means it can be given to us when we come of age. Coming of age in the divine kingdoms means graduating DA."

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Under her touch my insignia, my flowers and vines are replaced in the stone by snakes. I'm no longer in pain but I feel weary. Arlo helps me onto his back and we follow the white haired pair. They enter the throne room. The courtiers and council members residing in the Palace follow too. She glides and takes her place on my throne. The grinning devil on her right. "I give you the rightful Queen. My descendant. The era of the serpentine is once again upon us. Given to us under the alignment. All hail her Majesty, long may she reign"

A colossal black throne suspended in recursive light descended through the fracture while countless broken worlds rotated around it like orbiting debris. And seated upon that throne— Something watched Earth. Humanoid. Ancient. Its body looked fractured between existence and void while silver eyes burned beneath a crown made from collapsing stars. Every civilization projection across the chamber instantly went silent. The Vorthari. The Thren Dominion. Even the Elyrian systems froze. Fear spread through the recursive network itself. The Sovereign had arrived. And when it looked toward Ethan— The Hollow King actually stepped backward.

Wind swept through her silver hair as her gaze moved over the battlefield below. “There is one,” she said quietly. Kael turned toward her immediately. “Start talking.” Her eyes shifted toward the ancient fortress standing beneath the mountain. “The throne beneath Nightbane was never symbolic,” she said. “It was built over the first blood seal forged between the old Alpha lines. The bond between rulers wasn’t simply political. It was spiritual.” Thomas blinked. “I hate when old people explain things like riddles.” “She means,” Vera said sharply, “that the throne carries authority.”

He was too scared to say a word even when his own wife was being offered up to serve the divine tree. … The next day, a few muscular men brought a sedan chair to the village before dawn broke on the horizon. According to the rules, the woman had to be blindfolded when she was delivered to the divine tree to prevent the location of the tree from being exposed. "Drink this, Hailey," David said as he offered me a bowl of black liquid. I took the bowl from him. The strong, herbal scent stung my nose. "What is this?" "It's to calm your nerves, so you won't feel as much pain later," David explained with bright eyes.

"The prophecy could only be fulfilled..." "...if all of you reached the Celestial Throne." Aurel stood. "You manipulated destiny." "Yes." "And I hate myself for it." Wesley stepped beside me. "Then tell us the truth." "What happens when we reach the Throne?" Solarius closed his eyes. When he opened them again... They were filled with tears. "The Throne will choose." "Either..." "It destroys me and the Void together..." "Or..." His voice nearly vanished. "It chooses a new vessel." Silence.

scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.

Malachi stepped beside me his black mantle snapping in the wind as his fingers locked back into mine. "They built seven cages " I whispered, my starless eye reflecting the void, between dimensions. "Then we'll use their bars to build the throne " Malachi replied. The celestial enforcers had tried to align the North to their blueprint. They had forgotten that a realm that has survived the vacuum of the Seventh Seal cannot be broken by geometry.

“The Moon will crown her Alpha true…” “That’s not symbolic,” Thessaly said. “That’s divine appointment. Selene herself is tied to this prophecy. When you succeed, the goddess doesn’t just support your rule, she anoints it.” For from her howl the dawn will break, And from her hands, a kingdom born. The wolves shall walk in light again, No longer lost, nor torn. I read it again. And again. And again. My hands were sweating. My throat was tight. The twins were silent, one on either side of me, and Auren stood tall at the head of the table, one hand braced on the carved oak edge, eyes storm gray and steady.