Sealed Divine Throne Novels & Stories

He raised his hand and lifted them effortlessly with an unseen force. With a thunderous voice that resonated in their ears, Severin proclaimed, "By my decree, Callide of Ingeni Paradise shall be honored with the title of Dominus Noster Arcanum. She shall be entrusted with the stewardship of the stars, the balance of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands, the longitude and latitude of heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, and the changing seasons." A golden dragon of fortune emerged from the river of time, bearing a golden fruit that symbolized a position of cosmic order. Although the fruit did not grant transcendence, one could still bask in the blessings of the path and the favor of heaven and earth.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Chapter 165 The Empty Throne Kael stared at the throne. It stood alone in a vast chamber of darkness. No walls. No ceiling. No floor. Only the throne. Auren held Kael's hand. “Daddy…” Kael looked at him. “Yeah?” “Why is there a throne here?” Kael slowly stepped forward. “I don't know.” The words above it continued glowing. CHOOSE YOUR KING. Selene appeared behind them. Her expression immediately changed. “Don't.”

“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

“The Council won’t stop until they undo us. Until they erase the idea that a god could love a mortal.” Soren’s fists clenched. He rose, unsteady but determined. “Then I’ll go to them first.” > “Soren—” He turned his gaze toward the horizon. The world there shuddered, blurring like heat over metal. From the haze emerged a shape — massive, radiant, cruelly beautiful. A citadel of crystal and flame rose above the clouds, each spire pulsing with divine energy. The seat of the Celestial Council. The heart of judgment.

The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation. Elder Thalor, the seer of the Council, stood abruptly, his eyes wide with revelation. “A convergence has occurred. A new force stirs within the tapestry of fate. ” High Chancellor Elowen narrowed her gaze. “What do you perceive, Thalor? ” Thalor's voice trembled. “A child, not yet born, but her essence resonates through the aether. She is of the old blood, intertwined with the forbidden lineage. ”

Layla grabbed her phone from her pocket, checking the screen. A message appeared that read: Welcome, Initiate. You now stand among the chosen descendants and the blessed of Olympus. Elysium Academy exists beyond mortal reach, hidden in the cradle of the gods’ last sanctuary. Here, divine bloodlines are trained to master their inherited gifts and to uphold the Balance between the mortal and immortal realms. The Six Great Houses of Elysium • House of Zeus – The Stormborn: Commanders of sky and lightning. Natural leaders; their power fuels both creation and destruction.

The problem is, that Throne is not his to claim, it's Helel's and Helel's destiny is not to crush the Angels and bring the Shedim to power: it's to unite them all again, under his rule. I collapsed back against the wall, my bound hands dropping like a dead weight in front of me. 'W-what?' I stammered. 'But the Seraphim...' 'Will be gone and Helel will take their place.' I gasped, my stomach churning at the gravity of his words. 'Oh my god.'

Nora picked up the folded paper. She didn't open it. She held it. "You want the throne," she said. "Yes." "And you want me to trust you." "Yes." "Those two things are going to conflict at some point." "Probably," he said. "When they do, I'll tell you." He held her gaze without wavering. "I want the throne through legitimate succession. If Caspian fulfills the anchor requirement and succeeds, the succession is his by right and I'll accept that." He paused. "What I won't accept is the succession being built on an arrangement that's being managed dishonestly. But then. if the anchor is being kept in the dark about the terms of her own arrangement

Now, however, they were useless to him, serving no real purpose. In addition to the valuable materials, the throne was adorned with intricate patterns established by the master of runes. Among these was a rune, designed to continuously absorb the natural energies of heaven and earth, fortifying the throne over time. The longer it existed, the stronger and more unbreakable it would become. The Divine Seal Throne truly lived up to its reputation. Gideon advanced, moving step by step toward the Divine Seal Throne. Though his pace was unhurried, each step carried a weight that captured everyone's focus.