The Silence Beneath The Throne Novels & Stories

Captain Nora checked the weather scanner on her tablet. “No storm.” Samuel looked around uneasily. “Then what was that?” Elias answered quietly. “The Circle.” ⸻ Far beyond the forest, hidden beneath an immense mountain of white stone, seven empty thrones stood in perfect silence. For centuries, they had remained untouched. Now… One by one… Candles before each throne lit themselves. The first. The second. The third. By the time the seventh flame ignited, the chamber glowed with a soft golden light. The eighth throne remained dark.

Gone. Like it had never existed. Then the city shook. Once. Twice. Three times. Far below the fortress. Far beneath the city. Far beneath the world. Something answered. A heartbeat. BOOOOM. Silence. Then another. BOOOOM. The thing beneath the throne had heard the Keeper's words. And it was beginning to wake. To Be Continued...

“Never let them see you need anyone.” “I don’t need anyone.” “Then you’ll fit in beautifully.” * * * The Throne Hall was a cathedral carved from black stone. Pillars rose into darkness. Red light bled from veins in the floor, as if the room had a pulse. Down the long aisle, figures watched from galleries on either side: pale faces, jeweled throats, eyes reflecting the light like animals at the edge of a road. The Court. Hundreds of them. Every single one went silent as she passed.

Wren POV The silence broke the way silence always did in that place, with one man too frightened to keep still. A guard at the corridor door, a boy hardly older than the one at the gate, flung a coil of silver chain across the room at my back with a shout he hadn't meant to let out, and the net opened in the air and came down over my shoulders.

she signed. She grinned as Jacqueline took out a wheel chair taking her out for a stroll she hoped people were not there meanwhile Jacqueline wished people where there so she could see and know that the Silent Moon had people who loved her and wanted her to stay with tem with no fear and no stress. They all wanted her to heal and she sure was going to heal as she had started telling Xavier her story it meant she was already getting there.

The elemental realms were growing restless, and it was clear that the fragile peace we had worked so hard to maintain was at risk. As the discussions continued, I felt the darkness within me stir. It was a subtle shift, a whisper in the back of my mind, but it was enough to make me uneasy. I clenched my fists, focusing on the task at hand. I couldn't afford to let the darkness take over now. Deon, ever vigilant, noticed my struggle. He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, grounding me. " Stay with us, Your Highness," he whispered. He only addressed me is ‘ Highness’ in front of others to show respect.

Thud. Thud. Thud. "What the hell is that?" Sam asked as something hit the wall in a continuous motion. It was coming from the room next to ours. Sam and I stared at the wall, wondering what Grace- the girl in the next room- was doing. The thuds grew louder and faster, then it finally dawned on me. My face reddened like a tomato as sounds of Grace moaning filled our whole room. "Holy shit. Grace, it's too early for this." Sam shouted but I knew Grace wouldn't hear anything, she was preoccupied at the moment.

~Omniscient The throne room had never been quiet. Even in its emptiest moments, Obsidian’s palace had always pulsed with something—distant footfalls, murmured prayers from the clerics below, the rhythmic crackle of flame from the wall sconces. It was a room built for presence. A place where silence had weight, and every decision made echoed in a thousand unseen directions. But now, seated on the high throne with his hands draped neatly over the arms, Aeron felt perfectly at ease.

“I am the Silence. And the silence is where the noise goes to die.” ​I moved away from the threshold and stepped into the path of the black tide. I did not have a sword. I did not have a shield. I only had the emptiness of my own spirit. I opened the center of my being, the place where the Shadow King had always kept his secrets. I did not try to push the Dissonance away. I did not try to fight it with light. I did the only thing a shadow knows how to do. I absorbed it.

The silence of the Great Throne Hall was cutting, an invisible blade that seemed to wait for the slightest slip from Cedrik to descend upon him. Queen Isolde stood before the immense fireplace, whose flames cast twisted shadows on her pale and aristocratic face. She didn't turn when her son entered; her attention was fixed on a small silver bird that she manipulated between her long, thin fingers, an automaton that emitted metallic and melancholic trills.