Novel & Cerita Iron Throne Books

I walked out from my apartment, ready to study. I have 3 classes for today and then I'll just go to Jayson's office. "Elsa!" I turned to see Kevin. "Hey Kev, what's up?" I asked. "Uhmm.. do you have that book? The big one and it's green." He said as he tried to remember it. "Yeah I have it, it's the perspective book." "Yes! That on. Do you have it?" He asked. "Yeah, I have it at home. Text me, I can bring it to work later."

The door opened on her side, and she quickly stuffed the papers into her bag as Alexander extended his hand. "Isn't this a bit much?" she whispered as she took his hand, trying to ignore how warm his palm felt against hers. "Isn't this a bit much?" Isabella hissed as she stepped out, smoothing her navy dress. “Darling, we're about to convince my family that you've somehow managed to reform the infamous Alexander Elysian. We need to be disgustingly in love.” His fingers wrapped around hers before she could pull away, and Isabella reminded herself this was all part of the show.

“Handle Chase.” My jaw clenches violently. “I want Crane to watch his son, his only heir, destroyed.” Silence falls again, heavy, dangerous. Then Timothy slowly rises from his chair. And the smile that spreads across his face is enough to make even hell itself tremble. “Then perhaps,” he says quietly, “It is time Chase Olympus learns what happens to men who steal from gods.” My fingers tighten around my cigar. And for the first time tonight, satisfaction melts slowly through the fury burning inside me.

Afternoon of the twenty-seventh day. The central arena was packed with one hundred thousand spectators. Roaring cheers swirled above Blackrock City, nearly tearing through the thick volcanic cloud cover. Four high-ranking priests stood around the ring, reinforcing the defensive barrier. Heavy footsteps echoed from the contestants’ passage, each step making the dark red bloodstone platform tremble faintly. Ironwall stepped into view. Standing two point two meters tall, his dark golden heavy armor bore rough hammer marks across its surface. No ornate carvings adorned the plating—only sheer, overwhelming mass.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

Penelope…it read. There is a book within Ironclad's library, black cover, crest in silver. It holds what you must know about who you are, about the blood that sets you apart as the twelfth wolf. Find it. When you do, I will explain everything. Until then, trust no one. Not even those who claim to love you. -Father

Claire empire was complete, but the reign of their obsession had only just begun. Now that they sit upon the Iron Throne of the city, will the sheer weight of their power begin to distort the very love that won it—or will Dante and Ivy find that in the world they’ve built, obsession is the only law that matters? (Watch out for Chapter 155) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

The entire world appeared to be frozen at this precise moment. Tyr’s thoughts were drawn once more into the chaotic world. Inside that chaotic world, Tyr was suspended in the air like the God that created this world. There were two books suspended above Tyr’s head. One of them was golden in color. It was the Song of the Empire that helped Tyr refine his tyrannical vitality energy. The other book was in blood red, and it was the Souleater Grimoire.