Ivory Throne Book Novels & Stories

"Because you are the one who knows how the machine was built, and I am the one who knows how to make it obey you." Ivy leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she absorbed the sheer, erotic weight of his devotion. This was the "Mercury Throne"—a position built not on bloodlines or money, but on the terrifying, unbreakable bond of two people who had decided to own the world together.

She sat down at her desk and opened the Book of Ashes again. And on a new page, in clean black ink, she wrote: VI. The throne is not inherited. It is taken. And if I must become a monster to keep it, then let them tremble. Let them kneel. Let them burn.

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.

“We go back. But we’re not going to live in the shadows anymore, Elara.” “Then where?” *********** Vane pulled a small, black key from his pocket. It wasn't the key to the Obsidian Manor. It was a key made of white gold and obsidian, fused together. “There’s a throne in the High Court that’s been empty since the beginning of time,” Vane said. “The Throne of the Eclipse. It requires two rulers—one who has seen the bottom of the abyss, and one who has broken the light.” He looked at her, his smirk returning—the one that made her want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.

The Imperial Palace. The Throne Room. Noon. The Dragon Throne sat atop a dais of black marble. It was a monstrosity of gold and rubies, shaped like a coiled serpent. For three hundred years, only the Thornes had sat there. Today, the doors opened for a new bloodline. Vespera walked down the long red carpet. Her boots—still muddy from the battlefield—left dark prints on the pristine wool. She wore her black riding leathers, her heavy cloak billowing behind her like a storm cloud.

Kael stayed by the larger throne, speaking in low tones with an advisor whose robes trailed like ink across the floor. The throne itself was a looming piece of blackwood, carved with curling designs that shifted in the light — one moment they looked like winding vines, the next like chains binding unseen prisoners. The high back rose in a sharp crown of spires, each tipped with a fleck of dark gold that caught the candlelight in sudden, spark-like flashes. The armrests were smooth from years of use, but the ends flared into talons clutching rubies the size of a thumb. It was not a seat built for comfort. It was a seat built to remind anyone who looked at it who had the power to put them ther

The Lunacrown Thistle. It glows faintly silver, delicate petals crowned with spines tipped in violet. I take one step forward. And the desert blinks then instantly, I am no longer standing in the grove. I am in a throne room made of obsidian and starlight. Massive pillars rise around me, etched in symbols I have seen only once, in Inferno’s memories. At the foot of the throne, wolves kneel. Dozens. Hundreds. A crown rests in my hand. My hand!

"What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us." She rolled her eyes at him. "All of this will eventually end up in Mo's manor—I'm just looking at them a little earlier than planned! What's the big deal?" I wasn't in a hurry to get the pearl back. Instead, I asked the chamberlain, "Did Her Majesty mention what would happen if someone else touched these things?" "Yes, she did. She said that whoever tried to steal the gifts would immediately be thrown behind bars and punished." I tilted m

The battlefield was seconds from devolving into bloodshed. And then the ground itself split open. With a thunderous crack, the earth beneath Serena trembled and tore. Black stone erupted upward, jagged and gleaming, forming into something vast and terrible. The shape rose higher and higher until it cast its shadow over the entire clearing. A throne. Carved from obsidian, veined with veins of glowing violet light. Half temple, half prison. The Shadow Throne. Serena stumbled back, but the shadows around her seized her wrists, pulling her forward. She struggled, heart pounding, but her own wolf’s voice whispered in her skull.

No words were needed. Together, we descended into the temple’s core, hand in hand, until the corridor narrowed to a single glowing, warded gate. I turned to him. “This is the end.” I kissed his cheek softly. “This is my fight.” His voice wavered just a little. “Promise you’ll come back.” I didn’t say a word. I stepped into the darkness. In the ruined chamber’s center stood Ivy, arms wide. Power leaked from her skin, black and violet tendrils writhing like serpents. Behind her, the Council’s last throne pulsed with dark, ancient energy.