Ivory Throne Book Novels & Stories

But she watched Jayden with a knowing gaze, one far too ancient for her age. “The wolves are waiting,” Ivy said quietly, stepping to his side. “They won’t rise until you do.” Jayden glanced over his shoulder at the field. Thousands of wolves—Alpha-borns, warriors, civilians—knelt in utter silence. Not a single howl rang through the war-ravaged grounds. Not until he claimed what was his. He turned back toward the throne. Once, it had been carved from white marble, inlaid with silver and obsidian. But now the seat was cracked, half-burned, and blackened by Caelum’s final onslaught. A symbol of ruin.

Elixir's POV Elixir was breathing fast. Her heart raced as she felt the air around her. It was thick and heavy, as if something was watching her. In front of her stood a golden throne. It shined brightly even in the dim light of the torches flickering around the room. The throne seemed to call to her. Not in words. Not in whispers. But in a way that pulled at her inner self. She moved forward cautiously. Her boots barely made a sound on the shiny black stone floor. As soon as her fingers touched the arm of the throne, flames burst to life on the walls. A strange orange glow filled the room.

This was so much information and part of me started doubting Veronica. I folded my hands looking at her and she splayed her hands, “I’m serious, Pyra. No one is allowed into the throne room except the pack’s rulers.” “Since you know a lot, what does it look like?” I asked with my brows high up and a smirk played at the corners of my mouth. Veronica groaned and rolled her eyes, “I’ve told you before. It is a throne of flames, made by the moon goddess herself and one more thing…” she trailed off, looking deep into my eyes like she just discovered a final piece to a puzzle.

The guards opened it, and I stepped inside with them. The people inside turned to me. My heart was beating rapidly, not used to the sudden attention I was receiving. They looked at me in awe from head to toe. I raised my head and looked at the throne. The King, Queen, and Axel hadn't arrived yet, but I was asked to sit on one of the chairs next to the king and queen's throne. I was nervous to see everyone looking at me. "His Majesty King Edmund Hastings, His Majesty Queen Charlene Hastings, His Royal Highness Prince Elric Axel Hastings," the guard loudly said, announcing the arrival of the three people.

Lucien explained, then led us into the throne room, everyone was there, and when I say everyone I mean all the key players and leaders, and then warriors started to gather, filling the grand room. Mathias and I walked up to the two enormous thrones. They were made of pure gold with a velvet backing and cushions, in deep green. I timidly sat on the seat, my hand holding onto Mathias’ for dear life. I was weary but also felt uncomfortable that I was sitting on something so luxurious in the dirt and blood-stained clothes. I always hoped a coronation would be something more... Pretty? *Relax little wolf* he chuckled hearing his voice in my head, then feeling his calming emotions wash through me.

Mom chuckled and gave him a flying kiss. "Geez, I don't wanna see you guys flirt anymore. I am done. Goodnight dear folks." They wished me back as I went upstairs in my room. Taking a shower, I sat down at my bed. My gaze fell over the book kept on the table. Right, I should start with the assignment. "Myth of The Broken Throne". I mumbled opening the book. The pages were yellowish, a little tattered on the corners, clearing showing how old it was. Nonetheless, the classic vibes were all I needed to jump into the story.

Zora held it out to me, "this belongs to you." I gingerly held the book between my fingers in fear it would disintegrate to ash if I was too rough. The leather on this book had been embroidered with purple thread—the image of a howling wolf's head being formed. If I listened closely enough, I could make out faint whispers coming from the book—a cacophony of different sounds urging me to do one thing: open the book. "The wings called to him the way the wolf calls to you," Zora explained. She moved to exit the room with one last statement, "Only one person would make a better queen than you and when it comes time for them to rule, you will be proud."

Dancing and swirling in the most enchanting patterns, carving themselves in the wood. The doors fly open and the vines and flowers continue to flow and carve the stone walls. The display of vines end on the black throne on the far side of the massive hall. People within gasp and cheer. Clapping and bowing as I walk with the master and take my seat upon the throne. The robed man stands and addresses the crowd. "YOUR QUEEN" he bellows and the crowd erupt "Long may she reign"

Lucian responded, as they approached the grand hall, the guards pushed open the door in their wake, and with a short polite nod of the head to Advisor Daniel, they began to discuss. "As you both already know the rule of cardinal has chosen a queen bearing the name Katherina Daventin. She is fairly young, 17 summers old I believe, and she needs to be trained in the way of a queen," Daniel stepped forth towards Lucian indicating that it was his duty. "General Williams, now that you're here the throne will be presented to you until the queen is deemed ready, as you see fit, an official decree will be passed out in the morning. Until then all hail the King!" The advisor spoke with faith not want

Vane's POV The Void Crown was killing her. I could see it in the way Lilith's body arched against the obsidian throne, her spine bowing backward like she was being electrocuted from the inside out. The black metal wasn't just sitting on her skull anymore—it was fusing, tendrils of shadow drilling into her temples, her cheekbones, the soft curve of her jaw. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and her fingers were clawing at the armrests so hard that her nails had split and bled down the sides of the throne.