Ringworld Throne Ebook Novels & Stories

"What... what is this?!" Elena’s voice trembled with a terrifying realization. "The baby... the baby isn't the heir of destruction..." Lorrie went completely still. "What...?" "The baby is the key," Elena whispered, her eyes wide with shock. "The key to what?!" Before Elena could answer, the sky above them tore completely open! A massive, ornate throne made of pure white marble and gold descended through the dark clouds, surrounded by thousands of winged Guardian warriors! Sitting upon the grand throne was a woman draped in regal white robes, wearing a radiant silver crown. Her face was youthful, breathtaking, and hauntingly familiar.

he shouted, a flicker of raw pain cracking his composure. “I destroyed the seat!” I screamed back. “I broke the crown! It's over!” “You broke the outer seal!” Eddie countered, pointing a trembling finger toward my chest. “The throne was never just made of stone, Athena! The real seal... the final lock... is inside you!” My stomach twisted into a sickening knot. Behind us, the towering shadow titan let out a dark, purring rumble of approval. “Very good, young Alpha. Tell her the rest.”

*We are counting hours. *I know that,* Elena replied. From where there were standing, the insides of the Great Wall of Boldon, the one that the High King, her grandfather and those before him, protected for ages, were visible. Beyond the Great Wall was a whole new world - back when the three moon goddesses were still awake, a realm of three thrones stood at the midst of it. Each throne sat a queen. The realm possessed all wonders that no one could ever dream of. There was only happiness and prosperity. These queens, however, had a brother. The brother was also a royalty yet he did not own a kingdom. Therefore, with his magic, he dug under the world and created his own realm. Without his know

Now it was necessary to observe it as carefully as possible. The ring was entirely gray and seemed quite ordinary. With careful observation, he could see there was a decorative pattern along the inside wall of the ring. If other people saw it, they would't recognize what it was, but Qin Haodong could. It was the ancient text of the Cultivation World, translated into modern text—Fairyland. Although he could read it, Qin Haodong still didn't know what it meant. Did this storage ring come from a sect named Fairyland or anothe Overt Power force?

“In that case, maybe I should start calling you ‘Madam Chairwoman." Elara, with a serious face, said, " Alex, you are right. I am the real one... real Chairwoman of Thornfield Industries and Holdings. I am Elara Thornfield." Listening to it Alex stopped his car and saw her......

“The throne is cursed? Is that what you were trying to say?” “Yes, miss. No one touches the throne even if it’s to clean it. It was engraved and molded by what is known as “hellfire”. It is of pure gold and burns anyone who touches it mistakenly or intentionally and the burn would never heal. Only the destined king can touch it, our past queens never touched it and any one of them who tried to, died from the incurable injury.” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm.

“Your power destabilizes everything. You’re either an ally or a threat.” “Then I choose ally.” I looked around the table. “I didn’t ask for this power. I didn’t ask to be royal. But I am, and I’m not going to apologize for it. Anyone who wants to be my ally is welcome. Anyone who wants to be my enemy…” I let the threat hang. “Bold words for someone so young,” an older Alpha said, though his tone was more thoughtful than hostile. “But words are cheap. How do we know you’re truly a Celestial Wolf? That you’re not some imposter with a convenient story?”

Even Jake didn’t know that the ring that his grandfather had him try on was the same ring, and he had thought it was just some trash ring that his grandfather would give him. Realizing that the inheritance ring had chosen Blake, the families looked at him differently. Blake reluctantly walked over to the throne and looked at it with a puzzling look. It was just a chair to everyone else, but it was looking right into his soul at that moment. He hesitated and then sat on the throne. He felt a wave of power that went throughout his body. It was like his body was a desert; that had finally received rain, filling up the dryness and becoming a great sea. The ring on his left hand began to shine, a

She had pushed past what was possible. And now she could feel the edges of herself fraying. Behind her, the Starcourt throne still shimmered in the open rift, waiting. Calling. The Prophets bowed, kneeling on one knee, offering her the crown forged by Serenya. “You were born for this,” one whispered. “You are the thread that binds realms.” Liora looked at the throne. Then at Nightwind. At her people. Her mother. Her past. And said, “What if I don’t want a crown?”

Not the peace bought by victory, but the peace that comes after surrender, not to another’s will, but to the truth of endings. Elara walked the spire’s winding stairs alone. There was no summoning bell, no royal guards, no whispers of intrigue or rivalry. The throne room, once a place of terror and hope, had been remade: no seat of power, just shelves of memory, old banners folded in shadow, records written in every tongue. The only throne that remained was a low desk, shaped of moonstone and scales, empty except for a single, blank book. She touched its cover. The book hummed with latent power, woven through by the spells of a hundred different hands: witches, vampires, wolves, and mortals.