The Silence Beneath The Throne Novels & Stories

Or the sick realization that everything he'd believed about honor and duty was nothing more than a merchant's ledger dressed up in pretty words. Silence draped itself over the throne room, heavy and suffocating like a burial shroud. Even the wind seemed to falter against the stained glass windows, as if eavesdropping on the decay of something sacred. Outside, the sleet had softened to a gray drizzle that painted the world in shades of sorrow. Through the far window, a sliver of the palace stables peeked through the mist like a promise of escape. Horses shuffled restlessly in the distance, their movements barely visible through the gloom. The faint creak of a wooden beam carried through the s

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"

"Mum, dad let's leave them alone." Mr. Vance and Kate smiled at me as they existed the room and left us alone. Alexis didn't look at me as she continued staring outside. I walked over to her and just stood there in silence rocking back and forth on the heels of my boots. She was dressed in one of those ridiculous hospital gowns with a cloth wrapped around her head so people wouldn't see that she'd lost her hair. "I love you and I need you to know how much before I go into that operating room," she spoke, finally breaking the unbearable silence. "You don't have to say it back to me because I know you still love her."

As if even he didn’t know whether leaving was an act of mercy or surrender. As if something in him feared that if he stayed a second longer, whatever control he clung to would slip from his fingers like ash. The silence he left behind was thick—more than absence. It was sacred. A coronation in stillness. It pressed around me like a cloak, heavy and right. I lowered myself into the chair he once called a throne, not with arrogance but with inevitability. Alone—but never again powerless. Not broken. Not erased. I was the queen he tried to forget. The one they said wouldn’t rise. The one who turned silence into a war cry. I sat there not as a symbol—but as a warning.

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 41: The Reckoning The throne room fell into a silence so absolute it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. Courtiers who had been shouting moments before now stood frozen, the weight of their miscalculation settling over them like a suffocating blanket.

A tremor shook the Hollow Realm, interrupting her words. The throne pulsed. All of them froze as a deep, guttural sound echoed through the broken expanse. The fractured sky above darkened, and the throne, unfinished, waiting, began to glow with an eerie light. The First King’s voice rumbled through the air. “The choice must be made.” Sienna inhaled sharply. “No....” A force yanked at them, pulling them toward the throne. Elior staggered, barely keeping his footing as the Hollow Realm itself seemed to collapse inward, dragging them all toward the center.

“The Hollow Throne must be sealed.” Then came the vision. Scene 1: The Throne of Silence In her mind’s eye, Iris stood before a vast, silent chamber. At its center was a throne of black stone and bone, suspended above a pool of still, silver water. Mist curled around it. Time seemed irrelevant here. And on that throne— A child. Her son. But his eyes… they were voids, swirling pools of unfeeling black. Shadows coiled at his feet, reaching toward the water like tendrils of fate. The glow of the moon haloed his crown, but it could not penetrate the darkness clinging to him.

The throne room was silent. Shadows pooled around Lucifer’s onyx throne, where he sat with grim patience. His fingers tapped against the armrest, echoing in the quiet chamber as he waited for his minions’ return. Suddenly, the air rippled, a shiver passing through the silence, and with a flash of shadow and brimstone, his minions appeared, kneeling before him in their dark forms. He leaned forward, the intensity of his gaze burning through them as he awaited their news.

Rune gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, but his expression was grim, his jaw tight as he, too, looked on in silence. We didn’t linger. The hunger that permeated the room, the unyielding and unending need, was suffocating. And as we turned to leave, I could have sworn I saw the figure on the throne watching us, though their face remained hidden. In the next chamber, a throne stood again at the center, this one crafted from dark stone veined with gold. The figure sitting on it was similarly obscured, their presence looming and silent. This chamber was filled with people too, but they were engaged in something different.

"There's nothing," he replied. "Alicia, has someone been talking to you? Did they lead you to a misunderstanding?" Charles kept his cool, but his right hand drifted to his leg, a dead giveaway that he was fibbing. He probably did not even notice he did it every time he lied. The weight that had been crushing my heart finally hit the ground with a thud. "What's going on here?" Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes darting between Charles and me, full of suspicion. The sight of the perfume in Charles's grip made her face go pale.