Novel & Cerita Ivory Throne Book

"What?" "Nothing you should be worried about," I said softly, walking into the library to join the others who were already in. Elle was already at the library lectern, her hands on it. "I need something related to Princess Ivy, daughter of Queen Rida Red." She shrugged and stepped back. The catalogue glowed, and a small violet and grey book descended from the sets of flying books and floated in front of me. "It worked," I said, trying to reach out for it. The moment my fingers graced it, it electrocuted me. I flinched back, falling into Ace's waiting arms. "Great, another problem."

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

Or that it was a resting place for her kind. They finally entered another room, this one smaller than the others, but with high, vaulted ceilings, and natural light pouring in. This room had stark, stone floors, and in its center sat one remarkable piece of furniture: a throne. Mounted high up on a pedestal, at least fifteen feet high, sat the wooden throne, a chair which was extra wide, with arms that sloped upward, and a back that angled on a triangle, coming to a point in the middle. Beneath it, on its corners, sat two golden lions, designed to look as if they were holding up the chair.

Chapter 5 Tristan's POV: I sat at my high throne that stood majestically in the grand hall, its presence commanding reverence and awe. Carved from a single block of polished ebony, it absorbed the light around it, radiating an aura of power and sophistication. Intricate patterns of gold and silver adorned its surface, depicting scenes of mythical creatures and celestial bodies. The armrests were shaped like lions' heads, their mouths open in a fierce roar, while the legs were designed to resemble serpents, coiled and ready to strike.

Time slowed as her heart rate increased. In her vision, the golden interior of the throne was woven into threads that could potentially be tied around her throat. Willow stood in the middle of the room, not to be scrutinized in this manner. The golden throne room exuded an aura of opulence and grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate golden filigree, depicting mythical creatures and elaborate patterns that catch the light and cast a warm, inviting glow. The centerpiece of the room was a majestic golden throne, elevated on a dais and embellished with precious gemstones. Its tall backrest is adorned with golden motifs, creating a sense of authority and power.

IVORY’S POV My eyes snap open, and the world is all wrong. Instead of the damp, familiar stone of my quarters, I see an ornate ceiling of painted frescoes and chiseled gold. Instead of the smell of mold, there’s the scent of spices and clean linen. And instead of safety, there’s him. My heart seizes, a rabbit kicking against my ribs, as I see the King’s hand hover just above my head, frozen in a gentle act I don’t comprehend.

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His creatures followed, howling and chanting, their clawed feet scraping against the stone floors. Every step made my heart sink lower. We reached the throne room, and my breath caught. The massive chamber was carved from dark stone, lit by rivers of molten lava that flowed through channels in the floor. The air was thick, hot, and suffocating. At the far end sat a towering black throne, sharp and jagged like it had been grown from the very bones of the earth. The cheering grew louder. Caleb raised his hand, and silence fell instantly. “Bring her a gown,” he commanded. “Fit for a queen.”

My own reflection looked back up at me from below — small and pale and very alone in the middle of all that darkness. And at the far end of the room, raised on a dais of black stone steps, was the throne. It was not ornate the way thrones in stories usually were. There was no gold, no jewels, no canopy of rich fabric. It was simply a massive chair carved from a single piece of black rock, its back rising to a sharp point, its arms wide and carved into the shapes of dragon heads. Functional. Dominant. Built for someone who did not need decoration to communicate power.

I walked up the stairs. "Elowen!" he wailed. I didn't stop. Malachi's hand slid into mine. His power was comfort. "The throne is ready, for you, little star, " he whispered. Behind us a thousand angry wolves rose. They converged on the Alpha who had lost everything.