The Silence Beneath The Throne Novels & Stories

Varrin whispered, voice small now, “what does it mean.” Sienna didn’t answer. She looked at Ryder, and for one bare heartbeat the human inside the queen asked the human inside the monster if they could keep going without breaking. His nod was minute, absolute. The ceiling groaned. Dust sifted, glittering. Far above, something unseen smiled, and the room lost a breath it hadn’t known it was holding as the broken throne settled into its new truth and the moonlight found the seam and lay there like a blade. Outside, the horn sounded. Inside, stone popped like knuckles. The crown warmed again on Sienna’s brow.

The house was quiet in a way that felt intentional. Not peaceful. Not calm. Curated. Jordan Elaine stood at the kitchen sink, fingers wrapped around the porcelain edge, staring at her reflection in the darkened window. Outside, the city glowed faintly, and distant headlights, muted sirens, the hum of a world that never slept. Inside, there was only silence. The kind that pressed against her chest until breathing felt like effort. She had learned, over time, not to fill it.

Beneath the fabric on her chest, the bluish light flared for a heartbeat, and through the Bond I felt the wave of calm she deliberately pushed out, smothering her own nerves. “We can go,” she said. With a single powerful shove, Regnar threw the doors open. As we stepped into the Hall, the noise didn’t stop immediately, but the effect of our arrival spread like wildfire. The demons closest to the entrance fell silent and turned. A wave of quiet rolled slowly but inexorably toward the throne until, at last, the entire chamber, built for hundreds, sank into total silence. Nathan sat on the throne, his face flushed from arguing. Beside him Abigail stood, in the middle of trying to spread a map a

Music is blasting from inside, the floor vibrating slightly with the bass. Heat passes through the entrance, reaching the two of us. It is soothing. His eyes lower, feeding on my skin, before he nods, slowly. “You’re in Appah hall,” I say, and he nods. “There,” and I start leading him up the stairs, glad his room isn’t farther away. The music fades, and I hear the principal’s voice over the speaker, “As you know, our zero-tolerance policy for alcohol still stands…” I shuffle Alexander, trying to get him to move faster while my eyes are trained forward, scanning the corridor for Timothy. I don’t find him.

Then came a sound from far below. A howl.. The silver thread between my hand and Caelan's wrist suddenly burned. Caelan staggered.I caught him.His eyes turned black. But this time, he didn't look at me. He looked toward the floor.“It's underneath us.” “What is?” His lips parted. For a moment, he seemed unable to speak. Then he whispered, “The First Throne.” The ground split beneath our feet.Caelan grabbed me I screamed as darkness swallowed us. His arms locked around my waist. The documents flew into the air above us.

Cassien moved closer to me. “Is that another name for the being beyond the throne?” Caelum shook his head. “No.” His gaze drifted toward the empty space beneath the shattered throne. “It is the reason the being exists.” The chamber went cold. I stared at him. “That doesn’t make any sense” “It will.” Caelum turned toward the broken throne. “The First Silence wasn’t a person. It wasn’t a god. It wasn’t even an entity in the way we understand existence.” He paused.

Silence stretched through the room for ten long seconds. In the end, Leon did not pull the trigger. Instead, he slammed the gun down onto the liquor table with a violent crack. "Get out. "Kneel in the courtyard. You can stand back up when you're ready to apologize." A storm was raging outside. Rainwater poured from the roof like a curtain as I knelt on the stone pavement in that ridiculous bunny-girl outfit. The shards of glass still embedded beneath my knees hadn't even been removed yet. Soaked by the rain, they throbbed with sharper pain every passing minute.

That thing could break and squash us. Sighing heavily, Silas’ popping of the suction cups on his tentacles gave way to the awkward silence as we approached the throne room. Clearing his throat, he turned, smiling brightly with his sharp teeth. Uriel continued to hold on to me for dear life, her body shaking as a shark went by on the opposite wall of the hallway.

Eight years ago, I fought Joey Kirk for a long time to protect Sylvia Lane. Even though she couldn't speak, I married her against my family's wishes. Eight years later, when our house caught fire, I risked my life to save Sylvia. Yet she pushed me into the flames to protect a puppet that looked just like Joey. "Sylvia, just pretend you can't talk. Please, do it for me. Shane will definitely fall for you." "Okay." A recording Sylvia had kept in a folder labeled "True Love" shattered everything I knew. My so-called love at first sight had been part of a plan from the very beginning. I looked at Sylvia. Even now, she refused to speak and still tried to cover for Joey. My heart ached so ba

The staircase lurched beneath them, but Ethan pulled Lyra forward, and together they reached the upper chamber just as the final chain snapped. The chamber beyond the staircase was no longer the place they had entered. Its walls had turned transparent, revealing a sky filled with unfamiliar stars. Twelve enormous pillars surrounded a circular platform, each carved with the emblem of one of the ancient guardians. At the center stood an empty throne made of black stone. Its surface was covered in silver cracks, and a thin stream of darkness flowed from its base toward the abyss below. Seraphine stopped at the entrance. “The First Silence has reached the throne.” First Alpha stared at the empty