Romans & histoires Ringworld Throne Ebook

Then Rowan's voice followed. Then: "THAT IS NOT FAIR!" Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the voice returned. Colder. Older. More terrifying. "THE THRONE BELONGS TO ME." Reality cracked. The giant hand pushed deeper through the sky. Now half its arm was visible. Massive. Ancient. Impossible. Then suddenly— golden light erupted across the horizon. Far away. Then another. Then another. Then another. The remaining Heirs. Every Crown Holder in existence was awakening.

King Aldamar lifted his goblet. The round table had all wards seated around it and lifting their goblets too as they clung them together. The ring on his middle finger sparkled. Different combinations and patterns in it. Wait a second, I had seen those exact combinations somewhere else. The throne! My entire concentration fell on the ring. “Look,” I whispered to Naz, making sure Lix who was beside me paid us no attention. “What?” She asked, looking towards the ring. “The arms of the throne had that exact combination the king’s ring has. It almost feels like it’s a…”

The throne was built on the ashes of the seven humans who initiated the war and the skull of their leader mounted on top, a reminder of what's to come if the humans try to go to war with them again. Walking up to the throne, I pause and look at it, a remainder of all the responsibilities I had on my shoulders, the weight of the world. My crown rested on the armrest, gleaming under the sunlight filtering in from the windows, the crown has 10 gems, each representing a pack. With a sigh I sat on the throne and waited for the arrival of the humans as they were led in. Lyra walks in not long after offering me a curt nod then taking her sit in one of the four chairs in front of me.

I whisper softly, "the woman of my heart… my one and only love." The words feel strange coming from a child’s mouth, but they’re too heavy to remain unspoken. "I lost you six times," I continue, my voice breaking. "But not this time. I swear on every life I’ve lived—this time, I’ll protect you. I’ll protect Martha. And when I grow up, I’ll reclaim the throne they stole from me. No one will ever hurt us again." The fire pops, and Jane stirs slightly in her sleep, her tiny hand twitching. For a moment, I imagine she heard me.

"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

She felt the truth before she understood it: The world was rewriting around her again. Not violently— Elegantly. Effortlessly. Like slipping a ring onto her finger. The white blurred. The ground warmed. The light softened. And suddenly she was standing in— A throne room. But not the shattered one. Not the fractured world. Not the twisted memory. This one was whole. Pristine. Glorious. Columns of white gold rose toward a sky of living light. A throne of woven radiance crowned the far end of the hall. Flowers made of shimmering dust bloomed at its base. And beside the throne—

The Rift’s presence coiled around Lena’s mind, whispering in a voice that sounded so much like her own. You are home. You were never meant to run. The air shimmered. Lena gasped as reality split apart. For a single, horrifying second, she saw it—the Rift in its true form. A world between worlds. A chasm of shifting energy, pulsing with life and death, beginning and end. And at the center—a throne. A throne waiting for her. Her blood burned. The mark on her skin pulsed in time with the Rift’s heartbeat. It was trying to pull her in.

His thoughts went to a particular omega, Penelope, His eyes searched for the redhead and spotted her at the center of the ballroom her gaze focused in the direction of the throne “Oh great..." Daniel muttered His uncle was drunk and on the verge of having sex with a slutty woman that was sitting on his lap right in front of everyone's eyes. "Ah!!!” Daniel heard a loud squealing voice echoing through the room which challenged the beat of the music. He ran through the crowd to see the young omega holding a woman by her neck and gleaming into her eyes with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my husband!!" The omega growled. Everyone including the king who was half drunk widened their eyes at th

As we stepped into the room with the rest of the Alphas who had arrived before us, I paused for a moment in the doorway to take in the sight before me. The rug that ran down the center of the room was a deep, midnight blue, and the flooring was a contrasting ivory with taupe marbling. The throne itself was a large chair, made from silver to symbolize the true royal family’s near immunity to the metal. The upholstery on the chair was the same blue as the rug, and just behind the throne was a clear glass mosaic window of the moon and Selene. Standing in front of the raised dais of the throne was King Tobias, his son, Prince Leonidas, and the Royal Beta, Malcolm, all three of them dressed richl

“Riven, listen to me—” Riven covered Luca’s hand with his own. “If I walk away, it finds someone else.” Wolf stiffened. “That’s not your responsibility.” Riven met his gaze. “It is if I’m the only one who can survive it.” He turned back to the throne. And sat. The moment his skin touched stone, the world shattered. THE CROWN’S MEMORY He was everyone. A warlord crowned in blood. A judge who erased districts. A queen who fed rebels to the streets.