The Golden Throne Novels & Stories

“The Throne never calls without offering temptation first.” The Silver God’s expression darkened sharply. “Stop speaking.” The cosmic entity laughed quietly. “You still fear truth even now.” Kael gasped sharply again. And suddenly, the bond between us exploded open without warning. A vision slammed into me violently. I stood inside endless cosmic darkness beneath towering pillars made from dying stars. At the center of the void stood the throne from ancient memory. Vast. Golden. Formed from existence itself. And seated upon it, Kael. Golden celestial fire burned through his body while galaxies moved beneath his gaze like fragile toys. Entire worlds rose and collapsed with the slightest movem

Something more complicated and more real. "The alternative," he said, "is the council operating with the check its founders built into it. Which is a council that cannot be held by a single bloc indefinitely." He held her gaze. "You having standing is not a threat to the council. It is a correction to what the council was supposed to be." She looked at him. "And the bond?" she asked quietly. They had been moving around it since she had come downstairs. She was tired of moving around things. "The bond is separate," he said carefully. "The council claim is yours by bloodline, independent of any bond completion. You hold that right whether or not we" He stopped.

A third throne. It rose slowly from the floor, built from the same ancient stone but different. One side glowed with pure silver light, bright and steady like moonlight on snow. The other side swirled with deep shadow, dark and alive, shifting like smoke caught in the wind. The two powers met in the middle, blending without fighting. Silver and shadow, balanced together. Lyra’s breath caught. She helped Rowan closer until they stood right in front of it. The throne felt alive. It called to something deep inside her blood.

“The council is ready.” Seraphine closed her eyes briefly. Then she turned. Inside the throne hall, a long stone table stretched across the chamber. Torches burned along the walls, their flames flickering across ancient banners that represented each race. At the head of the hall stood the throne. It had not existed before the war. The throne had been carved from the black crystal that remained after the Veil nearly shattered. Veins of silver light pulsed through the stone like a living heartbeat. It was not just a seat of power.

she said carefully, “this was found among the princess’s dowrys, as you instructed.” I recognized it instantly. My bridal mantle—woven in cloth-of-gold, embroidered with the northern stag and the southern lion, commissioned for a future queen. I stood at once. “Why is that in your hands?” Ethan waved dismissively. “Pack it and send it to Lady Ava’s residence. You have no right to wear state colors reserved for a sovereign’s bride. That mantle will serve her far better.” I moved toward it instinctively, but he caught my wrist and pushed me back.

ELIAN. “Does anybody still have an issue with my daughter-in-law?” Umma’s voice wasn’t loud, but it rolled through the chamber and made everyone hold their breaths in quiet reverence. She didn’t blink. She didn’t need to. She sat on her throne, which was three steps below ours. Our throne was intertwined, two thrones binded in one. The throne was golden, adorned with little dots and cravings. It was covered with red cushions, a howling wolf at the curved end of the throne and a string of twinkling stars hung around.

First, I had to take a deep bath using the fragrance they had prepared. While they dried my hair and styled it elegantly, I enjoyed my breakfast. After applying makeup on my face, they helped me put on the blue dress of my choice, complete with gold shoes. I could only stare at my appearance in the mirror. The blue dress was beautiful with gold-colored carvings, and the skirt touched my ankles. I wore a thick dark blue coat mixed with red, and a beautiful tiara was on my head. The guards were ready at the door to escort me to the room where the event would be held. I recognized the large door in front of me, the throne room. The guards opened it, and I stepped inside with them.

As the doors opened, Kira stepped inside first, before Lythari, the throne room, giving her that unreal feeling. "Like one would expect," She murmured to herself as she surveyed the room, not disappointed one bit. The throne room was massive and also had towering golden pillars that stretched up to a domed ceiling, and the walls were covered in patterns that resembled branches weaving together. Kira also noticed the golden filigree that decorated the walls and the edges of the steps leading up to the throne. The throne itself sat at the very center of it all, imposing and made of pure gold and black. The gold was rich, but it was not an overly shiny glow, making the color combination perfect

At the end of the room are two large seats on a higher ground with few steps to reach them, one slightly larger than the other. Thrones. The larger one looks to be made from pure gold with the female head carved at the top, the arm carved to look like an actual hand and diamonds are arranged artistically on it. The second chair is the same, only slightly smaller and shiny silver. I make a mental note to ask what the female head means, although I'm guessing her to be their goddess, or our goddess now. This whole new life is so hard to adjust to.

“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.”