Verse Of The Throne Novels & Stories

Laying on top of Dallas's bed with Dallas on top of her, keeping his own weight up. My breath got caught in my throat. It felt like everything around me was falling. The chandelier on the ceiling and the pictures on the wall - it felt like everything around me was crashing to the ground and I was standing right in the middle of the circle, frozen and unable to move or even think.

And judging from his reaction, he didn't like it. Neria noticed. "You know." Auren's jaw tightened. "Yes." The simple answer made the chamber colder. Neria looked back toward us. "Seraphine discovered something hidden beneath the throne." The throne pulsed beneath our feet, ancient, patient, listening. "Not a weapon." Another pulse. "Not a prison." Another. "A pathway." The crystal brightened again. The entire city responded, silver light spreading through every street, every building, every tower. The buried kingdom had become one enormous spell—one enormous mechanism, one enormous key.

Real alarm. “Step away from it.” Liora froze at his tone. Then the throne called her name. Not aloud. Inside the chamber itself, in the mountain, and inside her. “Liora.” My body locked immediately. Because I heard it too. The voice carried through the cavern like breath moving beneath stone, ancient and impossibly powerful. The throne was alive. And it wanted her. Silver light exploded across the floor beneath Liora’s feet as the runes surrounding the throne ignited fully for the first time in centuries.

Not completely, but enough. The celestial court stared at me in stunned silence. Nyros looked shaken beside us. The Silver God whispered softly beneath its breath. “She anchors the Throne-Bearer.” The cosmic entity’s laughter echoed through the stars. “No.” Its enormous wings unfolded farther across existence itself. “She anchors the catastrophe.” Cold silence followed immediately after. Then suddenly, the throne called Kael again. This time all of us heard it. A voice older than creation itself echoed through reality. “Return.” Kael froze violently in my arms.

Together we climbed the long marble steps toward the throne that had once been stained by my blood. This time— the crown was ours.

“You rejected her instead.” “I don’t need the Silent Crescent Pack to rule the Northern Kingdom. When that time comes, you, my sister, must kneel every time you come before me. You can no longer stand as tall as me, so watch your mouth and learn to respect me,” Devon hissed threateningly. I had covered my mouth with my hand so I would not make the same mistake. Therefore, when I took a surprised breath at the statement, I didn’t make a sound like before. Devon was indeed working with witches to take over the Northern Kingdom.

Sarah gasped, reaching down, “John!” He looked up, pain on his face. “Do it without me.” Her legs shook but she rose. She placed her hand on the throne, her touch sent waves of energy outward, the throne convulsed, its faces twisting in agony. She pressed harder, her spiral mark flared gold. Then something ancient spoke. “She is not rightful. The throne obeys only the blood of the original bearer.” Sarah’s skin cracked. Black veins spread. Her scream echoed. John roared, pushing himself upright, but the blow knocked him back, darkness swallowed his vision.

“Neither will I.” The child cries out. “Please don’t leave me.” I pull him close. “I’m not leaving. I’m changing the world for you.” The Arbiter raises his hand. Then let the throne break. Everything shakes. Pain explodes through my chest. And just before it consumes me, one thought burns clear If the throne breaks… Who will the gods fear next? As the Arbiter begins to destroy the divine throne, I realize too late that if there are no gods left to rule, someone will rise to replace them… and all eyes are already turning toward me.

“You… destroyed the throne?” Augus chuckled, twirling the dagger. “Destroyed it? Hardly. It would have been wasteful to keep the purest sapphire in the world as a throne.” “The throne was protected by the Divine God,” Sylvia snapped, anger rising in her voice. “This is blasphemy… using it as a weapon. Not to mention enhancing it with a blood sacrifice.” Augus grinned mockingly. “If the throne was truly protected by the Divine God, then how did your father die upon it?”

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.