The Golden Throne Novels & Stories

The throne room was adorned with silver and blue in lovely decorations. Blue Silks, white flowers, and Fionn’s new crown was even a literal silver-diamond and the most gorgeous sapphire. No doubt a gift from the Alpha King and the witnessing neighbor Alphas. The throne was made of marble. The roof, just like the Winter Castle’s and this pack's dining hall, was made of glass—visible to the winter night sky. The interior of the throne room was snowing gently but the snow never touched the ground. A light, cool breeze greeted all the attendees. The crescent moon above seemed to smile down at us.

There standing in front of me is a tall white throne, one equal to the size of the throne in the court halls but different with the design. This throne has arch curves carved in to the seat and there are frost blur gems buried in each curves, gems the color of my eyes. The arm rests of the throne are also white but white flower designs crawl around them. The seat id wide enough for me, as if it's molded only for me and me alone.

What’s happening? She carried goldie into her arms and headed outside to peak at the noise and is shocked to see what the men are carrying. “Master’s throne.” She whispered standing behind Klara who is talking to the men rather chiding them to hold the throne carefully while Finn stood aside passing his instructions to carry the massive diamond studded leather cushioned wooden chair into the Onyx. Nearly eight men carried the throne with great difficulty and it took them almost fifteen minutes to place it in the meeting hall adjoining to the main hall. The throne is ten foot tall and four foot wide and weighs like an elephant as it was made with waddy wood.

“We go back. But we’re not going to live in the shadows anymore, Elara.” “Then where?” *********** Vane pulled a small, black key from his pocket. It wasn't the key to the Obsidian Manor. It was a key made of white gold and obsidian, fused together. “There’s a throne in the High Court that’s been empty since the beginning of time,” Vane said. “The Throne of the Eclipse. It requires two rulers—one who has seen the bottom of the abyss, and one who has broken the light.” He looked at her, his smirk returning—the one that made her want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.

None dared to breathe too loudly. At the end of that aisle rose a raised platform of polished marble, and sitting upon it was a throne forged entirely out of gold. The metal gleamed even in the dimness, catching every glimmer of the torchlight as if it enjoyed the attention. The man who sat on the throne did not seem to belong to it. Or perhaps the throne belonged to him so completely that it was hard to separate where one began and the other ended.

The pack gathered in a clearing as the full moon rose, silvering everything in ethereal light. I stood at the center in a simple white dress, barefoot on the cool grass. Kade stood across from me in traditional Alpha formal wear, looking devastatingly handsome. Elder Margaret presided over the ceremony, her voice ringing out clear and strong. “We gather tonight to witness the bonding of Alpha Kade Blackthorn and Aria Silvermoon, last heir of the royal bloodline, Celestial Wolf.” She looked at us both. “This bond is sacred, eternal, and unbreakable. Do you both enter into it freely and with full understanding?”

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

In the center of the gold frame, there was a maroon-colored cushioned seat and backrest. Roaming my eyes to the throne's crest, I saw a canopy of the rarest diamonds and rubies. The light from the chandelier reflected against the gold and jewels of the throne, casting a kaleidoscope of hues across the surrounding space, and giving a mysterious glow to the throne. "Is it up to your expectations?" I didn't sense him coming up behind me. The disbelief was evident in my voice as I rasped out, "Beyond my imagination." And then, all of a sudden, a very insane image flashed in my mind. My head tilted to the side as I stared at the throne with that image burning in my mind.

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

Gold hissed beneath her touch yet never burned her. Her slender hand glided along the golden armrest, unharmed by the flames it licked. Above her, her gaze found the great sigil—an echo of the one crowning the palace’s highest spire—revolving in slow majesty behind the towering head of her throne. The throne itself soared so high that even a giant would strain to glimpse its peak. The sigil, the proud crest of her house, shimmered with living firelight, each rotation scattering ripples of gold and crimson through the air.