The Silence Beneath The Throne Novels & Stories

The silence stretched—tight, vibrating with restrained power, with centuries of legacy and blood colliding in a single corridor. Selene lifted her hand. The palace trembled. And somewhere above and below them both, Draven ran walls cracking in his wake as the kingdom’s fragile balance shattered at last.

And through it all That same woman stood. Unmoving. Unstoppable. Silence. She could still the earth beneath her feet move The wind calm Then she saw a throne. A Black iron throne The vision had a Cold. Unforgiving aura And seated upon it Her…. The silver-haired woman. Alive. Unbroken. Unchallenged. Around her Kings, clans and warriors All kneeling. All bowing. Not in respect. In submission. In fear. _____________________________ The old woman’s body trembled violently.

"That is the designation. It's not a rank. It's a job description. I keep the noise away." "Queen of Silence," Ishara tested the vocalization. She gave a slow nod. "The frequency of the title possesses a certain gravity. The troops will accept it." "Good," I said. My jaw tightened. "But we are clear on one variable." I pointed to the spot at the head of the table where Nergal would have placed his bone throne. "There will be no throne. No dais. No kneeling." I looked at Barzil, the memory of the plaza making my heart rate spike for a microsecond.

A blinding flash of silver energy erupted from my skin, hitting Buck directly in the chest. He was thrown backward through the air, crashing hard against a stone pillar. “Buck!” I cried out. I was dragged violently onto the center of the throne. The moment my back touched the cold stone— Everything stopped. The sound of clashing swords vanished. The screams of the wounded evaporated. The howling wind cut out instantly. Even the towering shadow titan froze mid-stride. Absolute, suffocating silence. Then, the throne itself spoke—its voice booming directly inside my mind.

"The boy below isn't the real danger. The man breathing beneath him is." ​The throne cracked down the middle with a sound like thunder, the blast wave knocking the child backward off his feet. A massive hand emerged from the darkness beneath the split stone—not dark-skinned, but pitch-black like scorched, burned iron. Five impossibly long fingers curled around the jagged edge of the throne, and the child scrambled away on his hands and knees. ​Cael whispered, color draining from his face, "That's impossible." ​The First King shook his head slowly. "No."

He hasn't spoken in ten years i am the only woman who can hear him. My name is Elena Rossi, I'm a sign language interpreter, broke and drowning in my mother's hospital bills. I took a one-night job for $5,000 cash,i didn't know my client was Dante Moretti, the most feared Mafia Don in Chicago. Dante is deaf,Silent and Dangerous. The world thinks he is broken he is not. He watches everything and he only trusts me to be his voice. When he signs an order to kill a man, I mistranslated it to save a life now he won't let me leave. If I go he has no voice and If I stay his enemies will come for me. For six months i must live in his mansion and speak for him. One rule, Don't fall for hi

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

The white light suddenly disappeared, and it was as if they were now in an apocalyptic area because of the vibe it brought. Amelia suddenly felt nervous, so she stepped closer to June. And she looked at him. She wasn’t surprised that the guy had no reaction at all. He’s just blankly staring at the green light. She collected herself and took a deep breath. But when Amelia was about to exhale, the floor that they were standing on suddenly disappeared, and they fell onto the deepest ground. She could hear the screams and frightened shouts of the other students. It seems like they are not the only ones who fell.

I heard so many to give me headache, many students were passing by, It wasn't something I could control, on moving further, I could hear him, he was guilty and in pain, but I couldn't find him, but I when I get close to the wall I was turning my back to, he's thought get louder, it wasn't surprising if he was in the wall. Stuffs like that didn't surprise me anymore, but How can I get through it, I thought and look at the necklace in my hand, a pendant of a snowflake and a shiny silver ring was on it, it was beautiful and from the texture it looks like pure silver, but the snowflake was white, couldn't guess what it was made off but it was very pretty. I was still staring at the pendant and t

He nodded and he took a seat beside him on the bed. “Unfortunately, I don't share my bed. I would have-” “I did not come here to sleep.” Zenith cut in. “I just need the silence your chambers have.” He said. Divine snorted a laugh. “Uncle, there are different types of silence. There is the peaceful silence and there is the forced silence. There will be times when there will be no peaceful silence in the palace, even here, in my chambers. There will be silence but it will be filled with fear and dread. Trepidation will flow in the air in the palace, and roam the streets of the Lycan Lands and everyone will have no choice but to inhale it because it would be the only option available to them.”