Novel & Cerita Ivory Throne Book

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

Published the following autumn under the title: The Carrying: Thirty Years of Keeping a Secret That Was Not Entirely Mine. On the publication evening, Mara and Sena sat in the manor kitchen with tea going cold, and the estate was quiet outside, and the book was in the world. "Are you glad?" Mara said. "Yes," Sena said. "Both of them now. Both books. He can be known. And the cost of the keeping can be known. And neither of them is alone in the record anymore." Mara held her cup. She thought about the wooden box on the study shelf.

Or surrender? Above him, seated arrogantly on the high throne, Thalric Veynor lounged like a wolf satisfied after slaughter. His dark cloak spilled across the armrests, edged with silver thread as though mocking the very crown he sought to steal. At his side, a jagged spear leaned casually against the throne, still slick with fresh blood.

Ethan was in a deep blue Alpha's suit, the golden crest of the Sunstone Pack pinned to his chest. The Head Elder of the Guild officiated. "In the witness of the Moon Goddess, we gather here today to see the joining of two souls." The guests stood quietly. My parents, Chloe, my colleagues from the Guild, and representatives from several European packs. "Isla, do you accept Ethan as your chosen mate?" "I do," I said, looking into Ethan's warm, steady eyes. "I choose him, as he has chosen me." "Ethan, do you promise to respect Isla's gifts, to support her dreams, and to walk beside her for all your days?"

The Crownless Throne Sarah’s silhouette stood rigid as she stepped toward the throne of bone and flesh. The monstrous seat pulsed, as though alive, its surface rippling with faces, mouths opening and closing in silent screams. The spiral threads of power writhed across its arms, beckoning her. John’s heart twisted. He rose to follow but Seraphina’s weak cry held him in place. “Don’t let her walk in alone,” she pleaded, chains straining. The spiral’s voice echoed in her words.

and then they land on something that knocks the air right out of my lungs. At the far end of the hall, raised high above the floor, sits a massive platform—and on it, three thrones. My mouth goes dry. The middle throne is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Made of black iron, towering, cold, powerful. Etched with moons, wolves, and ancient symbols I can’t even read. Even empty, it radiates authority. Darkness. Strength. That throne belongs to someone who doesn’t ask for power—they are power.

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 41: The Reckoning The throne room fell into a silence so absolute it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. Courtiers who had been shouting moments before now stood frozen, the weight of their miscalculation settling over them like a suffocating blanket.

And if that was true, Reyes thought, chest swelling with a dark kind of glee, then the game had only just begun. The towering doors of the Nyxorian throne room groaned open as Ivone stepped inside. The cavernous space swallowed her in silence, lit only by the flicker of torchlight and the pale shafts of morning sun slicing through the tall windows. Dark marble stretched beneath her feet, polished to a mirror's sheen, each footstep echoing like a drumbeat of defiance.

“The Hollow Throne must be sealed.” Then came the vision. Scene 1: The Throne of Silence In her mind’s eye, Iris stood before a vast, silent chamber. At its center was a throne of black stone and bone, suspended above a pool of still, silver water. Mist curled around it. Time seemed irrelevant here. And on that throne— A child. Her son. But his eyes… they were voids, swirling pools of unfeeling black. Shadows coiled at his feet, reaching toward the water like tendrils of fate. The glow of the moon haloed his crown, but it could not penetrate the darkness clinging to him.

CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG LADY RUINED THE MEETING ROSE AMARA'S POV Kingdom, throne, blood, gold, and power. You have nothing if you don't have any of these. It involves more than just being at the top. No one can touch you or others nearby if you are high enough. Nobody looks at you because they are afraid of being blinded by the non-negotiability you reflect back at them when they do. That’s why I don’t and will never stop.