One Piece Empty Throne Novels & Stories

I started to say now, calling the Dark One’s gaze to me. “You are dead and by right, your Son, the Prince, is supposed to be made King. So he owns the throne and not you!” I voiced now, making my point very clear to his hearing. “Yeah!” The fighters behind me chorused now and then there was extra volume. “Yeah!” Clord voiced again— alone, before shyly settling back into the line. The Dark One silently stared for a moment and then he slowly spread his arms apart now as he started to speak.

"I advise you to look at that throne now! It used to be the throne of the Reincarnation Emperor. Maybe there will be some important clues!" The Dragon Spirit Sword smiled and changed the topic. Seeing this! Zephyr Khan nodded and did not ask any more questions. Instead, with a flash of light beam, he arrived in front of the noble golden throne. At this very moment! On the golden throne, on the left and right armrests, there were many extremely profound and ancient Deity Tier characters. Judging from the trajectory of these characters, they seemed to have been dug out by nails. When the Dragon Spirit Sword's gaze swept over the characters, it couldn't help pondering.

In this magnificent palace, behind Star Morrey was an extremely tall throne. The throne was shining with golden light and precious Qi. The back of the chair was as high as ten thousand pounds, straight to the dome. But at this moment, the throne was empty. However, there was a bloody bulge on the wall behind the throne. This bloody bulge was so big that it almost covered the entire wall. The protruding tentacles extended out and stuck tightly to the wall, making people feel terrified. This scene was like a monster from purgatory climbing on the wall.

"I'm their Owner. And it's time for a new management style." As Zora, Dante, and the baby board the Thorne-17 to return to Lagos, a signal pings from the ship’s long-range sensors. It’s not from the Council. It’s from the Deep-Rift. A massive, obsidian-and-gold structure is rising from the Atlantic floor, right off the coast of Aethelgard. It’s not a Spire. It’s a Throne. And sitting on that throne, surrounded by a legion of evolved Kingslayers, is a figure that makes Zora’s soul freeze.

The title was calligraphed in white in contrast to the magical blue forest background. Myth of The Broken Throne....sounds nice. I turned to leave but Ms, Brendon held one of my arms. Her gaze was so intense that it made me want to shrink under the table. She then smiled at me and held both my hands, the book sandwiched between our hold. "It's my favorite book. So, I really hope you'll like it." Her wrinkly hands gave mine a little squeeze and suddenly I felt that those words had a whole lot other meaning than they seemed to. _____________________________________

Inside, they found no statues, only memories frozen in time. In the center of the hall stood five thrones, each corresponding to an element. But there was a sixth throne—shattered and cold—at the very end. ThroneElementOriginal CustodianStatus The GlacialIce/OrderThe Queen of CalmElara's Template The SolarFire/WillThe King of CoreKael's Template The TideWater/LifeThe Abyssal LordTrench-King's Template The CrystalEarth/HarmonyThe Weaver of BondsZane's Template The GaleAir/OscillationThe Voice of the WindJulian's Template

A shared crown. A shared story. A shared world. The resonance sighed in the air. The balance held. And for as long as they lived— for as long as magic breathed— for as long as the story continued— The throne would never be empty. Because it no longer belonged to one. It belonged to all of them. The End. or is it?

____ The magic city of Mala Inside the throne room, there are 7 thrones with an empty throne in the middle, while the other 6 are occupied by 5 people (Noe- Elf Queen, Nay- Druid Queen, Nia- Fairy Queen, Noa- Ice Queen and Violet- Shadow Dragon) and one little child (Erin- the Vampire Queen). They all wear white clothes that are closed complete with masks.

"Do we stay here in the Burning Isles? This is your real home, Kieran." "Yes," I said looking back at the throne. "What do we do about this empty seat? The kingdom will be in disarray after everything that happened." "It's your seat. It's not empty," she corrected, gesturing to it and starting to walk up to the throne. "Come, sit. Try it out."

There standing in front of me is a tall white throne, one equal to the size of the throne in the court halls but different with the design. This throne has arch curves carved in to the seat and there are frost blur gems buried in each curves, gems the color of my eyes. The arm rests of the throne are also white but white flower designs crawl around them. The seat id wide enough for me, as if it's molded only for me and me alone.