The Ivory Throne Book Novels & Stories

"What?" "Nothing you should be worried about," I said softly, walking into the library to join the others who were already in. Elle was already at the library lectern, her hands on it. "I need something related to Princess Ivy, daughter of Queen Rida Red." She shrugged and stepped back. The catalogue glowed, and a small violet and grey book descended from the sets of flying books and floated in front of me. "It worked," I said, trying to reach out for it. The moment my fingers graced it, it electrocuted me. I flinched back, falling into Ace's waiting arms. "Great, another problem."

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f

"Because you are the one who knows how the machine was built, and I am the one who knows how to make it obey you." Ivy leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she absorbed the sheer, erotic weight of his devotion. This was the "Mercury Throne"—a position built not on bloodlines or money, but on the terrifying, unbreakable bond of two people who had decided to own the world together.

Or that it was a resting place for her kind. They finally entered another room, this one smaller than the others, but with high, vaulted ceilings, and natural light pouring in. This room had stark, stone floors, and in its center sat one remarkable piece of furniture: a throne. Mounted high up on a pedestal, at least fifteen feet high, sat the wooden throne, a chair which was extra wide, with arms that sloped upward, and a back that angled on a triangle, coming to a point in the middle. Beneath it, on its corners, sat two golden lions, designed to look as if they were holding up the chair.

It would have been a magnet to art lovers but I saw no unique beauty in those old yet well-sculptured stones. The room smelt of lemon tea and red velvet cake and alas! I was quite right in my suspicion because a mug of streaming lemon tea and a slice of red velvet cake sat on the table in front of the throne. The throne was ivory in nature and I began to wonder if it was gotten from elephant tusks because it was as creamy and as silky as an elephant's tusk.

Elder Callen bowed and left. The throne room was filled with so many people – all peasant pack members. Their murmurs and groans of complaints rented the air but the guards maintained their barricade. Ivorie walked into the throne room from the other side of where the pack members were. Her eyes widened a bit at the sight of the people as she took her seat. “Shall I call them forward one by one, Luna?” Elder Callen whispered into her ear. She nodded. Her hands gripped the handles of the chair nervously. One of them was called forward.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

And yet, I had found power here in the past, buried between forgotten scrolls and ancient pages inked with truth. I let my fingers trail along the spines of the books as I walked slowly through the rows, dust clinging to my skin like memory. These books did not fear me. They did not lie to me. They did not twist love into leverage or silence into punishment. They simply were. I stopped in front of a worn leather tome entitled The Fall of Kingdoms, and smiled bitterly. The irony was thick enough to choke on. A book about ruined thrones, resting on the shelf of a woman bound to a crumbling one. The gods truly had a sense of humor—vicious, sharp, and cruel.

Nonetheless, the bright full moon at the sky served enough to illuminate the grounds and other objects inside from the open windows. Likewise, the figure of a lady seated on an extravagant, intricately chiseled and decorated throne glows bright as two tall windows flash light on her like converging spotlights. The rear of her fingers altogether supported her tilted head while her other arm rests at her lap. Few meters away from her, a young man stands still, staring directly at her, awaiting the movement she will take. It is Tristan, that child she has been watching over since the first day of their meeting.

Chapter 14 When the people of akuna kingdom entered into the new paradise palace,they were mavelled at the richness of every thing that is placed in each corners of the palace,the throne was made with the finest and softest cotton clothe placed at the center of the wild throne sit,that can contain two fat people to sit,there is also a place at the edge of the throne sit,that if it been pressed another sit but without arms will come out under the throne sit,and it can also be use as a bed to sleep if one decide to take a nap while sitting on the throne.