The Golden Throne Novels & Stories

Sylvain ignored me, recalling the next line—apparently he had an exemplary memory. I scrubbed a hand down my face, "We stole the throne. We've been stealing it ever since. The rightful heir hasn't sat on the throne for a very long time but the golden-winged one will regain her throne. The throne will return to its rightful owner. From throne to throne." "Well that clears the last line of that paragraph," Sylvain said, "how did your kind figure out it meant wings?" "They were talking about a throne and only the purest rule. Purest have white wings so obviously when they said golden and not white that was what they were referring to," I explained.

There was a low staircase that had about ten stairs adorned with gold and silver in the central area of ​​the room and at the top was a majestic golden throne with a light red padding, on that golden throne he was sitting. Behind the throne was a stained glass window that allowed the passage of natural light, the design of this was a coat of arms or flag, it consisted of two immense glass panels, one black and the other white, in the center of this was an imposing interconnected tree being the section of the tree that was in the black zone, white color and the section of the tree that was in the white zone, black color; around the tree were ten stars, five white and five black, with the same

I asked curiously. "That's simple love, give him a child." she answered. I knew drinking whiskey was not a good thing for me, I was now hearing things. Sadly I couldn't meet Cleo sobber, she always scared me. "Excuse me." I asked loudly. "Yeah you heard right Sharon, you have to give him a child to trap him. If you can't manage to do that, you can just kiss your million dollar cheque I'm about to give you goodbye." she threatened.

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.”

With a gentle reverence, she reached out and touched the throne's armrest, feeling the warmth and energy emanating from it. As she sat down, the throne seemed to mold itself to her form, as if it had been waiting for her all along. The golden light intensified, filling the room with an even brighter radiance. The air was filled with a sweet, musical hum, like the gentle singing of a thousand soft voices.

The rest of the throne room though mostly black was decorated with silver and diamond accessories truly the highest depiction of wealth I've ever seen. The throne itself looked every bit like I would envision Hades' throne would look, It was black and appeared to be made out of the bones of different creatures even humans but the armrests were in the form of a lion while on the back rest there were gargoyle status on either side that looked as though they were guarding the throne itself. And I noticed that despite the overwhelming amount of black in the room I was well lit as was the rest of the castle even in places without windows like the throne room.

*** In the center podium of a beautiful large room filled with dazzling brilliance with walls plated with platinum, its decorations only of the variations of gold and white, stood majestically a throne. This throne could be seen to have been carved meticulously from the finest of gold, and on top of it was a scepter carving with lifelike imagery of a fountain running around it, showing a depiction of the holy waters. Before this lovely white throne was a conspicuous red sword placed in a red sheath, leaving a glaring contrast from the surrounding white yet holding a certain match with a surreal charm that couldn’t be denied. Before this throne sat a being whose apparel flowed to the floor, a

and then they land on something that knocks the air right out of my lungs. At the far end of the hall, raised high above the floor, sits a massive platform—and on it, three thrones. My mouth goes dry. The middle throne is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Made of black iron, towering, cold, powerful. Etched with moons, wolves, and ancient symbols I can’t even read. Even empty, it radiates authority. Darkness. Strength. That throne belongs to someone who doesn’t ask for power—they are power.

"What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us." She rolled her eyes at him. "All of this will eventually end up in Mo's manor—I'm just looking at them a little earlier than planned! What's the big deal?" I wasn't in a hurry to get the pearl back. Instead, I asked the chamberlain, "Did Her Majesty mention what would happen if someone else touched these things?" "Yes, she did. She said that whoever tried to steal the gifts would immediately be thrown behind bars and punished." I tilted m

' And when the time came—when he finally reached out and took what was his— He would relish every moment of it. 'The throne will be mine.' He tilted his head a bit as he inspect the golden seat. 'All of it.' Then he whistled. 'Phheeettt'. *********************************** INDEX: speculum - polished bronze surface, used as a mirror for nobles