Throne Novels & Stories

The car disappeared into the evening. Ahead of them, the Blackwood Charity Gala waited, glittering and entirely unaware of what it was about to set in motion. Neither Selene nor Alaric could know that by the end of the night, the first invisible threads connecting her to the hidden world of werewolves would begin, quietly and irreversibly, to tighten around them both.

That one. Lyra looked at it. The throne was made of darkness and stars. Its arms were carved from what looked like the bones of dead universes. But there was something else. A small mark. A crescent. Lyra recognized it immediately. That was her mark. She walked toward the throne. Kael grabbed her hand. Don't go alone. Lyra looked at him. I won't. She turned toward her children. They followed. All of them. The throne suddenly reacted.

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the throne, silencing everyone, but someone mocked her. “Is she going to replace her brother? What does she know about the business and other transactions?” Carrie swallowed and clenched her fist, but she remained unaffected by the criticism. She faced everyone and looked at them proudly, while her cousins, who had been quiet earlier, were proud of her as they watched the others argue over the throne. “Can we proceed?” she asked, smiling, and ignored a member of their group who was also from a well-known family but was only there because of her grandfather’s help.

---------------------------------------------- The moment Lillian stepped into the throne room, the shadows stirred. The cold, ancient power that had been waiting for her coiled through the air, a presence both familiar and foreign. The massive stone pillars lining the chamber were cracked with age, the silver moonlight from the shattered ceiling casting eerie patterns across the floor. And at the center of it all— The Moonborn Throne. It was not gold or jeweled like the thrones of men. It was carved from obsidian, its dark surface pulsing with veins of silver, as if the moon itself bled through t

And there it stood. The Blood Throne. It was carved from obsidian, veins of red crystal pulsing through it like a beating heart. The floor was cracked around it, as though the throne had erupted from the earth. Before it knelt a man. Or what was left of one. He was bone and ash wrapped in black robes. His hair was silver, his skin like charred marble. He did not look up—he only whispered in a language none of them understood. Aelin whimpered. “He’s trying to bind to me. To make me sit.”