Verse Of The Throne Novels & Stories

He didn’t even looked surprised. He just went straight to giving my punishment. All the Elders were seated as I stood in the middle of the room. “You know why you are here,” Spiritfang said. “Yes,” I replied. He nodded once. “Then listen.” “Your punishment,” he continued, “will not be what you expect.” The chamber felt colder. “You are to forfeit the throne.” The words hit harder than any blade ever could. A sharp murmur swept through the elders. My heart slammed violently against my ribs.

] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me." I turned to see Sebastian, sharp in a tailored suit, standing by Rosa in her bridal gown, playing the perfect hosts. They stood before a rainbow archway, their oversized wedding portraits smiling down. Catching sight of me, Rosa rose on her toes and planted a kiss on Sebastian. The crowd erupted in whistles and cheers, and Sebastian, a bit sheepish, dabbed at his mouth. He glanced up without thinking, and our eyes locked in an unexpected standoff. Sebastian, caught off guard, shoved Rosa aside, his awkwardness bordering on comical.

The drums started playing loud and clear , all the bright flames were gone and replaced the next second came blue flames by itself ! Loud and clear voice “LET THE DOME BEGINS ”the drums started to play agin difffrent rythme. I looked up where the voice came from , it was the king at very high cleft sitting over a stone throne that only blue flames shines on , that throne was not shown by the normal light , since when he was there , why i feel like he is staring at me as i look at him . Many knights of different countries started entering the arena , accompanied by applauses from different crowds .

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

Like he was trying to decide whether love meant holding on… or letting go. The throne’s voice came one final time. Not commanding now. Certain. “Come home, heir.” And beneath my feet— the earth began to open again.

Near the center of the table, Fenrir's empty chair remained entirely untouched—a quiet, heavy reminder of the redemption and the friend they had so recently lost. Elyria stepped forward, placing a weathered, obsidian stone tablet onto the center of the table. "This script... it is older than the Seven Fragments themselves." The ancient carvings were jagged, eroded by time, and almost impossible to read. She traced the grooves with her fingertips, translating them slowly for the room: > "When the Eighth Throne awakens... > The Child of Dawn shall face himself. > One shall become Hope. > The other shall become Despair."

⸻ 🌙 The Throne Awakens Suddenly— A deep rumble echoed across reality. ⚡🌌⚡ ⸻ Far beyond the stars… The sealed throne continued awakening. 👑 Ancient chains shattered. ⛓️💥 Golden light erupted into existence. ✨ ⸻ The Throne of Balance. ⸻ A throne older than creation. Older than destruction. Older than the Father himself. 💀 ⸻ The Father lowered his head. A gesture of respect. ⸻

Cause the sun to rise The heart that weeps shall sing The womb that was barren has given birth to the child of promise Anthony O. Godwin

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."

I pat him on the shoulder before we pull apart. ------------- King Orrin's ashes lay in the jar, as every God in Serenacia stays present in the room, honouring the dead king. Octavius, the wizard of Gods, takes over the event, where Orrin takes part in burial ritual of spreading his father's ashes through the Holy line, so he can rest in peace. The signature of white attires compliments the hall, as both God and goddesses, pay due decorum and respect to the late king. My eye meets with Cicero, as the look on his face makes me feel even more guilty of knowing what I know, but still yet, I couldn't call it murder when it is indeed treason.