Ringworld Throne Ebook Novels & Stories

“She is the help. She’s the weapon!” The Throne Room Reborn Amara walked into the old throne chamber, now nothing but ruins and shadow. The crown glowed in her chest like a living sun. She lifted her hand — and the shattered stones began to move. Piece by piece, the throne rebuilt itself, this time from blackened bone and molten gold. Her voice filled the air. “There will be no gods. No kings. No crowns above mine.” She sat — and the fortress bowed. The guards dropped to one knee. Cassian, trembling, followed.

What Elarion Remembers The world shifted. We stood in a throne room of ice. Ancient. Cracked. Endless pillars of frost reached upward to a ceiling lost in shadow. Seven thrones stood in a circle, each carved from a different element flame, bone, stone, blood, wind, shadow, and frost. Each throne pulsed faintly with a different energy. Only one was empty. "What is this?" "The Circle Before," the child said. "The first gatekeepers. Before kings. Before wolves. They chose to seal the gates rather than wield them."

The weak only know how to kill. Rian’s jaw tightened. The gold in his eyes flared. He looked frustrated. He looked trapped by the logic of the throne. He wanted the peace of the dead. He wanted the security of an empty courtyard. Thorne stood up. The chair scraped the stone. The Anchor is a girl. Thorne spat. The girl does not understand the cost of a crown. Every King sits on a throne of bone. I looked at Thorne. I looked at the scar on his face.

I believe that I am innocent and that I have acted in accordance with the laws of the divine. My brother, Michael, didn't care for my argument. His brooding face was full of malice, hating my presence, hating my eloquence and fluidity and pride in my words. He grimaced, knowing I had a way with words, knowing there was a possibility that I could talk my way out of anything. "Silence!" Michael shouted by extending an arm from his blue shroud before giving a Throne the floor. Flaming, rotating rings covered with eyes were the characteristics of a Throne. It was a sight that could make any ordinary person quiver in fear. But when these rings spoke, there was no choice but to listen. Even I coul

“And I suppose you already have a plan?” Sienna’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “I do.” She turned her gaze toward the throne, the shadows around it pulsing in response. “The First King was right. Someone must take the throne to bind the world anew. But it won’t be a sacrifice.” She lifted a hand, and the air crackled. “It will be a beginning.” A deep, resonant hum echoed through the Hollow Realm as the throne shifted. The jagged stone smoothed, reshaping into something more defined, more absolute. The fractures in the sky seemed to pulse in time with it, as if responding to her will.

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"

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

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

Before long, Talia stopped before two large double doors guarded by two warriors. “This is the throne room.” she said. “Alpha Rowan will be waiting for you.” I acknowledged her with a smile and stepped forward, the guards opened the door without needing to be told. Inside, the throne room was vast...all high ceilings and stone walls. Banners hung down in rich, dark colors, with TORONZO PACK boldly engraved in them and there he was. Alpha Rowan. He sat with his purple silk kingly robe as if the throne belonged to him long before he was born, one arm resting on the side, composed, with his dark eyes silently fixed on me as I approached him.

One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried. After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests. "Boy, that throne is... how do I put it?" Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair. "It's something never brought out on the day of a champion's crowning as Alpha King," the latter responded. Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!"