Sealed Divine Throne Novels & Stories

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

“You rejected her instead.” “I don’t need the Silent Crescent Pack to rule the Northern Kingdom. When that time comes, you, my sister, must kneel every time you come before me. You can no longer stand as tall as me, so watch your mouth and learn to respect me,” Devon hissed threateningly. I had covered my mouth with my hand so I would not make the same mistake. Therefore, when I took a surprised breath at the statement, I didn’t make a sound like before. Devon was indeed working with witches to take over the Northern Kingdom.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

"The deep trench tried to challenge my domain over this world. It reminded me that every corner of this planet needs to remember who owns it." Clara let out a soft, breathless laugh, her hand coming up to rest against his cheek, feeling the warm roughness of his granite jawline. "The Leviathan didn't challenge us, Dominic. It bowed to our son. The entire sea realm is bound to the Sovereign Eclipse now." "As it should be," Dominic purred, his lips trailing up to press a lingering, fierce kiss against her temple. "Earth, sky, sea, and void. All four elemental pillars are aligned."

“The wielder does not escape its cost. For every bond severed, the Crown drinks of their life. For every command enforced, it carves from their vitality. Flesh weakens. Blood thins. Madness whispers. And yet the Crown remains insatiable.” I inhaled shakily. “It cannot be destroyed by mortal hands. It cannot be undone by strength. It answers only to divine authority.” The words blurred for a moment before sharpening again. “A wolf alone cannot break its dominion. But what the Crown silences, it does not erase. For the sacred thread, once woven by the goddess, may fray—yet it endures beneath suppression. Should the Marked reclaim divine right, should will transcend instinct, should two souls c

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

She placed the crown of Silvercrest into the cold ashes. "The throne is dismantled," Elara announced, her voice echoing through the marble hall and out into the cheering city beyond. "The sovereignty of equals begins today."

“It ends cycles.” The fae queen’s smile sharpened. “Balances break. Thrones crumble.” The parchment glowed. A silence born where divinity breaks. A mortal anchor for broken stars. My mouth went dry. “That’s me,” I whispered. “For now,” Lysithea corrected. “Or the next iteration, if you die.” Thane’s aura spiked instantly. “No,” he said. “There is no next.” The witch met my gaze. “Your presence weakens divine absolutism. Which is why the gods want you controlled. Or removed.”