The Ivory Throne Book Novels & Stories

The Moonstone glowed with breathtaking beauty, its surface shifting between silver, blue, and white as streams of pure energy spiraled around it like living stars. Beneath that magnificent light stood another throne. Unlike the throne we had discovered above, this one radiated an entirely different presence. Black stone rose from the earth in twisted shapes resembling enormous claws, wrapping themselves around crimson crystals that pulsed like living hearts. The closer my eyes drifted toward it, the heavier my chest became, as though the throne itself wanted every soul entering the chamber to bow before it. A cold voice drifted across the enormous cavern. “You finally arrived.” My gaze shift

I could never. “Octavia has been doing it for years, remember she is a demi goddess,” he replied. I nod my head. Well, her mother is a moon goddess, and she was born so many centuries ago, and she is also born to rule. I don’t think I am born to rule though because I always shy away from such responsibilities, but now I guess I have to take control of my life. Guards opened the door, and we went in and it looked like a throne room. And it is because there are three thrones at the end of the room, all of them were of different sizes. The bigger one in the middle and the smaller one on the right, beside the smaller throne, is a comfortable cushion with Sky written on it. We went to the thrones

‘How would I know a cute rabbit could be that fierce’ ivory responded angrily. Anita threw two books at ivory which she caught. ‘Why are you giving me these’ ivory asks. ‘Since you don’t want my help you should at least know how help yourself…one book contains details about animals in this world while the other is a technique book’. Ivory looks at the technique book ‘ice dome…I could learn this at the library’. ‘How many times do I have to tell you, my stuffs aren’t ordinary…that ice dome has the ability to protect the user and whoever is inside an…’

She sat down at her desk and opened the Book of Ashes again. And on a new page, in clean black ink, she wrote: VI. The throne is not inherited. It is taken. And if I must become a monster to keep it, then let them tremble. Let them kneel. Let them burn.

The glyph projected a shape, not a man, not a creature, but a throne. A throne made of shadows, moonlight, and starlight woven together—three parts. Triad and Convergent. The original throne. The First Throne. Alessia’s heart pounded. She whispered, “The Architect wasn’t trying to create power.” “He was trying to reclaim it,” Selene finished. The throne pulsed again. —Descendant. —Bearer. —Claim what was denied. Kael stepped in front of her. “No,” he said firmly. “She’s not touching that.”

I sighed and leaned back and heard something click behind me. Quickly sitting upright, I turned to see what had made the sound and realized that the fake pillow had moved! Another click echoed through the room and this time a compartment opened in the armrest of the enormous cement throne. I took a peek and inside there was a book. An ancient book by the looks of things. I looked at Freya with wide eyes and then looked at the book again.

Lucien explained, then led us into the throne room, everyone was there, and when I say everyone I mean all the key players and leaders, and then warriors started to gather, filling the grand room. Mathias and I walked up to the two enormous thrones. They were made of pure gold with a velvet backing and cushions, in deep green. I timidly sat on the seat, my hand holding onto Mathias’ for dear life. I was weary but also felt uncomfortable that I was sitting on something so luxurious in the dirt and blood-stained clothes. I always hoped a coronation would be something more... Pretty? *Relax little wolf* he chuckled hearing his voice in my head, then feeling his calming emotions wash through me.

The battlefield was seconds from devolving into bloodshed. And then the ground itself split open. With a thunderous crack, the earth beneath Serena trembled and tore. Black stone erupted upward, jagged and gleaming, forming into something vast and terrible. The shape rose higher and higher until it cast its shadow over the entire clearing. A throne. Carved from obsidian, veined with veins of glowing violet light. Half temple, half prison. The Shadow Throne. Serena stumbled back, but the shadows around her seized her wrists, pulling her forward. She struggled, heart pounding, but her own wolf’s voice whispered in her skull.

We stood side by side, receiving the blessings and cheers of all present. On my finger glittered a massive diamond ring, a symbol of the alliance between two mafia families. Behind me stood a knight whose loyalty would never waver. Beneath me lay a vast empire, growing at a staggering pace. As for love? It had been buried three months ago in that blood-soaked casino, along with my shattered right hand. For me, love no longer existed. And now, the new commander rose, her reign beginning with absolute authority.

The air smelt of ash and rain, ancient and untouched. At the centre stood it. The throne. Not grand. Not ornamental. A single slab of black stone fused to the earth itself, veins of faint red light pulsing through it like a heartbeat. The crown rested upon it—iron and bone, asymmetrical, unfinished. Waiting. Luca whispered, “It’s… alive.” Riven nodded. “It’s listening.” The city went silent above them. No trains. No hum. No sound at all. Wolf stepped closer, eyes narrowed. “This isn’t governance. This is possession.”