The Ivory Throne Book Novels & Stories

Her Throne has never been shook before. The Third Throne, the West: ruled by Morrigan. She and Akasha are close friends. The second woman in the council. Her feminine rage is not to be tampered with. The Fourth Throne, the south: ruled by Atticus. He's the only friend I have in the council, the only one who's ever shown care and understands the pain I passed through, and certainly the only one who speaks in my favour anytime Marcellus objects me. The ladies are neutral, painfully.

“The girl of the hour.” Ivone didn’t respond. Her chin lifted, posture unflinching. Reyes gestured lazily toward himself. “Come closer.” Ivone stepped forward—her boots clicking sharply against the cold, polished stone floor. Each step was measured, deliberate, as if the ground beneath her belonged to her alone. The echoes of her movements reverberated through the throne room, a rhythmic reminder of her presence. Then, she stopped. Two steps was all she allowed herself, her feet grounding firmly, yet still a good distance from the throne. She stood tall, defiant, as though she were meeting him not as a supplicant but as an equal.

ELIAN. “Does anybody still have an issue with my daughter-in-law?” Umma’s voice wasn’t loud, but it rolled through the chamber and made everyone hold their breaths in quiet reverence. She didn’t blink. She didn’t need to. She sat on her throne, which was three steps below ours. Our throne was intertwined, two thrones binded in one. The throne was golden, adorned with little dots and cravings. It was covered with red cushions, a howling wolf at the curved end of the throne and a string of twinkling stars hung around.

They were bruised, their spirits frayed by the encounter with their own shadows. "She’s right," I whispered, looking at the central spire. "The throne is a vacuum. It wants me to give up everything that makes me human so I can become a perfect vessel for the dark." Thane walked over to me, his face bloody but his eyes burning with a fierce, stubborn light. He grabbed my hand—the one with the violet veins—and laced his fingers through mine. "Then don't be a vessel," he said. "Be an anchor. If the throne wants to pull you into the Abyss, let it try. We are the ones holding the rope."

One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried. After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests. "Boy, that throne is... how do I put it?" Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair. "It's something never brought out on the day of a champion's crowning as Alpha King," the latter responded. Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!"

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

We could have used the buckets of gold sent to us by both White Forest and the Rising Star pack to make elaborate crowns, huge sceptres or even solid gold thrones for ourselves but the plainer chairs were perfect. Ivan’s eyes caught mine, still that gorgeous merry green I fell in love with. Behind him torches burned brightly, the crowd swayed and thousands of eyes were all fixed on us. All I could do was smile and say /good luck darling/ as he shifted in his chair to stand. At the sight of him rising the crowd went insane, exhiliration electrifying the air. Whoops and cheers echoed out as Ivan raised a hand, his wrist immediately healed by Kohl as a show of his strength and headed towards th

The twisted branches intertwine, forming an intricate lattice that symbolized the king's dominion over the natural world. “My father sat on it, and now, I will sit on it tomorrow,” Dominic said and Erica felt a hint of defeat in his tone. “why do you hate the throne? It is beautiful, and it looks like it was made just for you,” Glistening with ethereal enchantments, the throne was adorned with shimmering gemstones that seemed to hold captured fragments of starlight. Each gem pulsed with a vibrant, ever-changing hue, reflecting the myriad facets of the king's untamed nature. The armrests were fashioned in the likeness of fearsome beasts, their fierce eyes seemingly alive, and their intricate

I run a finger along the edge of the throne admiring the beauty under me. It’s ethereal. The gems reflect the lights as my fingers expose them in a tiny pattern to the light above me. The throne speaks power in itself, and as my finger brushes the surface I feel the surge of light in me; a surge to make people understand how rightfully I deserve the power.

I smiled inwardly at the throne & thought that Evie was very lucky to have such a beautiful chair that was happy to see its master. We approached the throne and I gawked at its beauty once more in full detail. Evie must have saw me eyeing her chair because she twirled her finger and magically placed me in the throne. To my surprise, the throne lit up, exuding yellow & green light from the diamonds that were aligned beside the emeralds; I was amazed while Evie just smiled. I got up from the throne and I could've sworn I heard the chair sigh, so I rubbed it and it glowed again.