Novel & Cerita The Iron Throne In The Books

Captain Nora checked the weather scanner on her tablet. “No storm.” Samuel looked around uneasily. “Then what was that?” Elias answered quietly. “The Circle.” ⸻ Far beyond the forest, hidden beneath an immense mountain of white stone, seven empty thrones stood in perfect silence. For centuries, they had remained untouched. Now… One by one… Candles before each throne lit themselves. The first. The second. The third. By the time the seventh flame ignited, the chamber glowed with a soft golden light. The eighth throne remained dark.

Their plan to make them feel welcomed but not accepted irked her. Finally, he signaled the two guards on either side of the double door. Alessia wandered her eyes around, making sure to keep her mouth shut. Humongous windows surrounded the room that contained only the grand throne in the middle. The red carpet that led to the regal iron throne was velvet and was more luxurious than the bed covers. From floor to ceiling, it was obvious that the Supreme Alpha loved showcasing his wealth.

And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone could have killed king Orrin. And all that we know, we can't do anything about it yet, until the end of the competition of Gods, to attain a new king to the throne. Such a competition that hasn't been held in the last thousand years. And such a competition which will begin from the 3rd day after king Orrin 's ceremonial burial. "Alec," My head snaps away from my journal to the voice calling my name. Odell stands at the open door, with two hands into the white suit trouser he is wearing.

She's a bestseller, especially this masterpiece, this one where she, Maiden, transmigrated right now the "Elementals: Burning Metal" She remembered that this story revolves around the feud between kingdoms or Houses. Their feuds began when the west House Zirec began monopolizing the ingredients in forming the strongest metal, Zoiden. Zoiden, as the strongest metal, is used to make different battle equipment such as swords, shields, etc. The house of the north--- House Minders, as a mining kingdom, supplies the raw materials to House Zirec, and that in hand concludes that House Minder's involvement in the Monopoly. The house in the East and South, which is House Edame-- where Pheia lives, and

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

Once that is achieved there is some thing the family have to do. Daddy what is the name of our throne and where is the throne located? My son why do you want to know all this about your throne today. You have a lot to learn and many things to do. The throne of our forefather is a gold throne. The throne is made up of pure god. We normally say the golden throne of Indo Continent, the Diamond throne of far North continent and we have the Dragon throne of Middle Zone continent. The golden throne of indo continent has a link to the majestic throne of King Solomon in the old books.

"Because the air here smells like a cage, and I’ve spent too much of my life behind bars to mistake the two." ​I looked at the five other thrones, then back at my mother. The seventh throne—the one in the center—remained empty, its obsidian surface carved with the sigil of the Northern Line. It was waiting for me. It was the "reward" for delivering seven million souls to the processors.

“I know what you did. I know you burned them.” Rowan stepped into the small space between the shelves. He didn't look angry. He looked bored. He reached down and snatched the folder out of my grip. I tried to grab it back, but he shoved me down with one hand. “I did what I had to do to keep this pack alive,” Rowan said. “The Thornes were weak. They were obsessed with old magic and true bonds. They would have led us into a war we couldn't win.” “You murdered them!” I yelled. My voice sounded thin and pathetic.

Elena POV The throne hall was colder than the dungeons. I had been led there with no warning, my wrists shackled in delicate chains that glittered like jewelry but cut my skin if I tugged too hard. The guards walked in silence, their boots clicking against the marble floor. My heart thumped with each step, dread rising in my throat until it tasted like iron. The double doors opened with a groan. The hall stretched endlessly, banners of black and crimson hanging like rivers of blood along the walls. At the far end, four thrones stood side by side, carved from obsidian, high and sharp-backed like blades. And on them, the quadruplet alphas.

She was after her father’s position as the Master of strength and the Alpha’s enforcer. Myria was built differently. Unlike most girls who preferred dolls, dresses, and looking pretty, she had broad shoulders shaped by years of discipline. Her presence didn’t demand attention—it claimed it. Her gaze was sharp, calculating—not cruel. She didn’t talk much. She didn’t need to. When Myria Throneclaw walked into a room, strength followed. And tomorrow, she intended to prove it. I didn’t look at Raven again—not when the feast resumed, not when plates were passed, not even when she finally lifted her cup.