Verse Of The Throne Novels & Stories

You said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; above the stars of God I will set my throne on high; I will sit on the mount of assembly in the far reaches of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.’ - Isaiah 14:13 * * * * The soft soothing classical music of Antonio Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons: Winter reaches Yuri’s ears the moment that she had stepped through the door, with the heavy door slamming shut behind her, giving her a slight start.

The cheers and the laughter of the ministers could be heard loudly as they continued to enjoy the celebration. King Treven sat on his throne with a tight smile on his face. He wasn't a fan of parties or funny crowds like this. He only agreed to throw the party because Annalise kept on reminding him of the tradition. He didn't even want to celebrate anything, he just wanted to complete the wedding rites and crown the chosen queen so he could go back to searching for the person who dared to poison him.

“The prophecy that foretold the King’s downfall, and of the true heir’s rise to the throne.” “Tell it to me,” I demanded. “The King, he commanded us—” “TELL ME,” I repeated, rolling off as much power as I could to override Tobias’s command on the Beta. He quoted the prophecy to me immediately, “‘It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten But the light will sunder them And turn them to dust.’” My mind was reeling with all the information he had just given me. A prophecy? A curse?

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

The throne had already started draining my strength. Omniscient sight was a throne-based power that came to the Alpha, who sat on the throne. The closer I was to the throne, the clearer my sight worked and faltered as I went farther away from it. Neither Ezra nor Raven ever desired to get close to the throne and even if they did, I wouldn’t have allowed them.

“Because truth doesn’t die easy. They had to burn it out of the stones.” Ash crunched under their boots. Faded glyphs, scrawled like last prayers, flaked beneath their steps. Every step forward felt like a step through someone else’s memory. And then… they saw it. The throne. It wasn’t high or gilded or grand. It wasn’t anything it should have been. It was wrong. Gray. Shapeless. Sitting in the center like a scar the world couldn’t quite heal. It didn’t hum with magic—it breathed with silence. A silence so deep, it felt like it was watching them.

“He was always a constant opposite of me. But his rebellion has led him precisely to the role I assigned him. The line has been crossed; there is no power that can pull him back now.” Jass simply raised her champagne glass once more. “Now, we wait for my son to accept the Throne and bring our heir home.”

“Inside the Void, you will be tested beyond imagination. Temptation will come in many forms, visions of comfort, of love, of power. You must reject them all. There will be no food, no water, no shelter. You will not sleep, for the echoes will not let you rest. Yet still, you must endure. Survive. And prove that you are ready to become the strongest version of you. If you don't ascend, you will be consumed.” His tone softened, steady and sharp all at once. I wouldn't like… I was attracted to his voice too. “Blackcroft Initiates, speak the oath.” A heavy silence settled before he spoke again, deliberate and clear: “By will, by blood, by fate, I step into the Void.” One by one, our voices joine

They were bruised, their spirits frayed by the encounter with their own shadows. "She’s right," I whispered, looking at the central spire. "The throne is a vacuum. It wants me to give up everything that makes me human so I can become a perfect vessel for the dark." Thane walked over to me, his face bloody but his eyes burning with a fierce, stubborn light. He grabbed my hand—the one with the violet veins—and laced his fingers through mine. "Then don't be a vessel," he said. "Be an anchor. If the throne wants to pull you into the Abyss, let it try. We are the ones holding the rope."

“Because we are not here to be corrected. We are here to endure, to resist… and to fracture the throne of eternity itself.” The Fractured Throne loomed ahead, a beacon of ultimate power and the anomaly was ready to claim its first strike against it.