The Ivory Throne Book Novels & Stories

she then rose up to move around the room. "How come you knew about the book but you never did talk about it?" I asked. “I never did know about it, I never read it once. To tell the truth it was my ancestors and I didn't want anything to do with them” Ivy explained. " I guess the goddess wants me to read it” I shrugged. " And I'm happy you did." She said in a calm tone "I'm not, it makes me nervous and and afraid" Reading about Vorath made me only more aware of how powerful he was.

Chapter 57: The Rogue’s Throne CASSIAN’S POV I waited patiently like a predator eyeing a prey that is walking directly into a trap. Sitting on my heavy black throne which was carved from wolves bones and obsidian, I crossed my legs as I let my index finger drum a slow rhythm against the armrest.

Anrina was strapped tightly to the interrogation chair. "Leon! I was the one who helped you take the throne! You can't do this to me!" Leon crouched in front of her and slowly flipped open the diary, holding each page up for her to see. "You helped me? "You stole her achievements. And you got her, and my child was killed." Anrina instantly collapsed to her knees, smashing her forehead against the floor as she begged for mercy. Leon leaned against the wall and watched in silence, his face completely unreadable.

I walked up the stairs. "Elowen!" he wailed. I didn't stop. Malachi's hand slid into mine. His power was comfort. "The throne is ready, for you, little star, " he whispered. Behind us a thousand angry wolves rose. They converged on the Alpha who had lost everything.

I grab the keys from the counter and swerve out of the driveway, forcing myself not to stress about any of the horrible shit going on. I stop at the bank and get two hundred dollars of hard earned money out and head to a furniture thrift store. I found a vintage and cheap nightstand and matching dresser. It’s painted cream and chipped around the corners. Small and delicate vines are painted on it as well, growing up the side, pretty enough and cost $90. I also find a lamp for $7.

The kind of cock that stretched a woman beyond her limits and left her begging for more even as she sobbed from the overwhelming fullness. I had heard the stories. Now I felt his gaze like a physical touch, sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, lingering between my thighs where heat already pooled despite my fear. The bidding started high. Gold coins clinked. Voices rose. But when Thorne raised one finger, the room fell silent. “Sold,” the auctioneer announced. “To His Majesty, Alpha King Thorne Blackfang.” My stomach flipped. I was led down from the platform on trembling legs, straight toward the throne. Thorne didn’t stand. He simply crooked a finger, and I was pushed to my knees befor

In the dream, I stood in a throne room that seemed to be carved from the very fabric of the cosmos, the floor beneath my bare feet wasn't stone, but a swirling galaxy of silver and violet dust, ahead of me, three massive thrones sat upon a dais of translucent grey. To the left, a throne of Ivory pulsated with a dying, frantic heat, Kaelen’s seat, it was cracked, golden light leaking from its fissures like blood from a wound, to the right, a throne of Onyx stood cold and unyielding, Koran’s seat, but it was the middle throne that drew me, it was a seat of shifting smoke, neither light nor dark, but a perfect, terrifying balance of both. And sitting upon it was a figure.

“We go back. But we’re not going to live in the shadows anymore, Elara.” “Then where?” *********** Vane pulled a small, black key from his pocket. It wasn't the key to the Obsidian Manor. It was a key made of white gold and obsidian, fused together. “There’s a throne in the High Court that’s been empty since the beginning of time,” Vane said. “The Throne of the Eclipse. It requires two rulers—one who has seen the bottom of the abyss, and one who has broken the light.” He looked at her, his smirk returning—the one that made her want to hit him and kiss him at the same time.

he roared. After calling dozens of times with no response, the frustrated Henry threw his phone to the ground, shattering it. He approached the guards and barked, "I'm an Alpha! I order you to open this door, or there will be consequences!" This threat had no effect on the guards. The banquet hall belonged to the Alpha King, and holding a mating ceremony here required paying a hefty fee. Not only that, but it also needed the Alpha King's approval. That was why so many Alphas desperately wanted to hold their ceremonies at this place. It was a symbol of wealth and power. It also meant their bond had been blessed by the Alpha King.

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.