The Golden Throne Novels & Stories

Cinderella's throne room was big, but not as big as this either. "This here is the throne room. Both thrones are made of pure gold, cravings in them as old as two thousand years old. Inscriptions on them stating the monarch's promises to their kingdom." Said, prince Kayden. As we walked toward the thrones. The hall around had big white square tiles; they were so shiny that I and JJ could see our joined hand reflection in them. Four giant chandeliers on the ceiling were so big that they covered so much space. They must be so beautiful when fully lit up. "Prince Kayden," I said, making him and prince Jayden stop in their tracks and turn to me.

The throne was built on the ashes of the seven humans who initiated the war and the skull of their leader mounted on top, a reminder of what's to come if the humans try to go to war with them again. Walking up to the throne, I pause and look at it, a remainder of all the responsibilities I had on my shoulders, the weight of the world. My crown rested on the armrest, gleaming under the sunlight filtering in from the windows, the crown has 10 gems, each representing a pack. With a sigh I sat on the throne and waited for the arrival of the humans as they were led in. Lyra walks in not long after offering me a curt nod then taking her sit in one of the four chairs in front of me.

He chuckled. “Thought you choose the design,” he said. “I did, but the trolls decided to spice it up,‘’ I said. Silver throne is shaped like a wolf. I chose the design, and the trolls did as I said, but they made the wolf look vicious and not to talk about using pure gold to design it. The worst part is they decorated it with gemstones. Trolls are great at designing thrones and crowns. That is basically what they do and you can’t even imagine how expensive his throne is. Anybody who gets this throne is forever going to be rich, so that is why it’s enchanted. If anybody tries to steal it, I can only imagine what will happen to them.

Today, they took this walk together, and to her, the thrones awaiting them at the end were not half as important as the man next to her. Yes, the thrones. Once different like day and night, one black, one gold, they were now a matching pair. Nathaniel had made himself clear in this regard: Katherine's throne had to be just as big as his own and of similar form. Yet the craftsman had taken his freedom on the material, surprising everyone. Beside the obsidian throne with the sharp black icicles on top, stood a throne out of glass. Minuscle diamonds, inlaid in the lean, fractured the sunlight that shone through the windows on the left and filled the whole, formerly dark hall with sparkles of li

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

On one side of the room, there was a throne which was quite magnificent. The walls of the room had magnificent carvings made of the finest quality gold and gems. The throne chair was made of gemstones and pure gold. Astrid realized the hallmark of the carvings made on the chair. Bowen made the throne chair. The jewel attached to the throne chair had extreme magic power. Astrid recognized the aura of power. Those gems were dragon magic stones.

Added to the fact that the throne's colour complemented that of the hall's, such a minor detail was easy to miss. The lady giggled as the throne glowed. As for what was so funny, it was between her and the object that was supposed to be inanimate, yet seemed to possess is own soul. "No Reiki. Nothing really lasts forever" the lady's chuckles ended with this statement. A sad look took its place and cast more gloom in this already gloomy room. Reiki was apparently the name of the throne she sat upon- the Eternal Throne.

The door opened and the sight of what I saw blew my mind. Stepping into the hall my gaze caught the stony thrones crafted with gold at the far end of the room. The throne was for the Wolf king. The bright light illuminating from it brightened the hall with the golden lanterns hung around the hall. My footsteps echoed in the quiet hall as I walked through the path leading to the throne. There were only twelve seats on the path and it was for the elders. The Elders stood with their heads as their gazes were fixed on me, of them all there was a certain one who seemed to stare much more than everyone present there. Elder Hudson.

Rosa piped up then, "Don, doesn't my word mean anything?" Sebastian, who usually spoiled Rosa rotten, shot her a look that could freeze lava, signaling her to zip it. He then signaled to a bodyguard, who brought over a check for $100,000. With a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, Sebastian handed me the check, making a promise. "Elena, you may have stepped away from the family business, but your dedication hasn't gone unnoticed. You'll get what's rightfully yours, just give me a little time."

The ruins of Dawnfire seemed more alive than ever, as though the city itself was listening, waiting. Elior turned his gaze toward the throne. Even from a distance, its presence was undeniable. It sat upon a raised dais at the heart of what had once been a grand hall. Time had worn away much of its splendor, but the throne remained untouched. Ancient, dark, and pulsing with power. “This is madness,” Bram muttered. “A throne that turns kings into prisoners? Who in their right mind would sit on it?” “They didn’t know,” Myrra said. “The First King, the ones after him—they believed they could control it. They thought they had a choice.” She turned to Elior, her golden eyes dark with worry. “You d