The Silence Beneath The Throne Novels & Stories

"I rule every drop of gravity, fire, and cosmic space in this universe. We will descend onto that throne platform, shatter his siphon-anchors, and crush his dominion into fine dust." Beside them on the platform stood five-year-old Crown Prince Silas, dressed in his royal blue velvet tunic with mini meteor-steel boots and silver shoulder pauldrons. His dark curls tumbled around his forehead, and his silver-gold eyes sparkled with bright, sharp intelligence as he observed the Genesis-Throne diagram on the holotable.

"Keep your light close to mine. If the void attempts to separate us, burn it to ash." Lyra leaned into the palm of his hand, her own rising to cover his, her golden eyes reflecting the fierce, unwavering love of his soul. We've shattered dark kings and old alchemy, Caelum, and mountains falling down. A frozen tomb will not keep us apart." Hand in hand, with young Valen safely anchored between them, the Sovereign family descended into the yawning maw of the Glacial Throne. The interior of the Glacial Throne was a cathedral of absolute silence and terrifying grandeur.

All of it leading to one thing. The Hollow Court wasn’t trying to invade the north. They were trying to wake something beneath it. Something old. Something that had been sleeping since before the first Council. Elena closed the journal slowly. “They call it the Silence,” she said. Kael frowned. “The Silence?” “A being that feeds on quiet,” Elena said. “On absence. On everything we’ve been trying to protect.” Mara swore under her breath. “And the Court wants to wake it?” “Yes,” Elena said. “And if they do, the north won’t be quiet anymore. It’ll be empty.”

I hit the floor with a dull thud, Dante rushes to me and immediately picks me up in his arms while holding the phone up in one hand. As I gradually fade away, I can still hear a familiar baritone voice telling Dante that if he doesn't hand me over in 30 minutes, I will die. In the fog of my mind, I understand that the antidote was not the correct one or there is a second phase of treatment. Surprised that I can still hear and reason, I try not to lose reality, but, defeated, I drift far away. There is silence, darkness, a slight, constant, discreet ringing in my ears that tells me I am still breathing and alive. Stay close! I'll be back in 2 days. I await you with love! I write for you!

I had never been able to say no. When I was five, some of the other kids at the foster home played a game with me. They told me to freeze, so I did. I stood in the exact same spot for two whole days and two nights without eating or drinking. After I started school, I once stayed after class to ask my teacher for help with a difficult problem. He lost his temper and shouted, "You're such an idiot. You might as well die!" I cut my wrist. Blood spilled across the floor, and I watched the anger in my teacher's eyes slowly turn into guilt. That was why, on my very first day after the Graham family brought me home, I told them, "If you don't love me, just tell me. I won't object to it, not eve

There was something beautiful about the silence. Once, silence had meant secrets. It had meant lies whispered behind closed doors, names erased from records, children separated from their families, and memories taken from people who had no power to defend themselves. Now, silence meant peace. “You’re thinking too much,” Adrian murmured. “I’ve spent my whole life thinking too much.” “Then maybe it’s time you learned how to stop.” “Is that an order?” His smile appeared. “No.” “Good.” He kissed her forehead. “It’s a choice.”

Fenrir's POV Silence was a weapon and I wielded it like a blade. The throne room stretched before me black marble, obsidian pillars, shadows that seemed to breathe. My court stood in perfect stillness, their heads bowed, their breathing shallow. They had learned long ago that when the Lycan King did not speak, it was because he was deciding who would bleed. I sat upon my throne as my fingers drummed once against the armrest. The sound echoed like a death knell.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

"Let the sunshine find us" Silence envelopes the whole room, suffocating silence. I could feel waves of anger, radiating from Ophelia, it was too much to bear. The intensity was beyond a regular person's reaction. I peer at her, through my tear-soaked eyelashes. She wasn't moving from her seat, staring blankly into space. I could feel the wheels in her head rotating, the reality sinking in, the pain unfolding. "Tell me your lying." She finally whispered. I stay silent, scared of her outburst.

Fabian's POV. There was an unsettling silence in the throne room, with the grand hall once filled to overflowing with power and whispers echoing beneath the broken kingdom of battle. As I stood on its side, my heart raced into me, the earth chilly beneath my feet providing deepening support in a reality I had never experienced before.