One Piece Empty Throne Novels & Stories

“What throne?” Her counterpart lifted a pale hand. Behind her, the rift widened—showing the forest again, then the lake, and then the throne made of woven silver fire and shadowlight. It pulsed once, as if recognizing Aria through dimensions. “Your throne,” the figure said simply. “The Convergence Seat. The heart of the new realm.” Aria shook her head, stepping back instinctively until her back hit Erevan’s chest. “I don’t want a realm. I don’t want a seat. I don’t want any of this.”

He stepped forward again and wrapped her in his arms, slowly, gently, until her forehead rested against his shoulder and the tension drained from her spine. “I don’t need you to be certain,” he whispered. “I just need you to keep choosing. That’s how you stay human.” For a long moment, they stood like that. Then she pulled back slightly, her voice low and urgent. “We have to destroy the throne.” Cael blinked. “You said you didn’t take it.” “I didn’t. But I left it intact. And that… thing inside the Hollow? That hunger? It’s not dormant. It’s waiting for someone else.”

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

And in the center of that emptiness, there was a single structure—a throne. The throne was a monument to failure. Made of cracked and weathered obsidian, it was the skeletal frame of a once-grand seat of power. From its fissures, black shadows dripped endlessly like obsidian tears, pooling at its base into a puddle of darkness. "This throne..." Rayden realized with a quiet horror, "...is me?"

“And you do not get to turn mating into permission.” The throne cracked straight through the centre. Living roots withered to black threads. The future-Sila on the seat turned her face toward me, and for the first time it was not triumph I saw there. It was emptiness. A woman who had won certainty and lost every living thing required to make certainty worth having. Future-Ty dropped his eyes not in reverence but in vacancy, and that was the final blow. The fantasy did not fail because it was too dark. It failed because it was dead.

"The title of Queen stands empty from this day forward. Any god who proposes to fill it will be exiled from Olympus." Then he came back and sat beside my body. He took out a blade and held it in his hands for a long time.

Every elder sat on a white-crafted throne that portrayed their character and had a painting of them. ‘’With the rise and fall of the elders, once a new elder is born the seat changes choosing the new owner,’’ Laurana explained. She felt better and her voice was more audible than it had been a while ago. In the middle of the room stood an empty seat. It had a crown on the tool decorated with white, purple, and Golden orbs. ‘’Who's that for?’’ I asked, pointing to the empty seat. Since Laurana was only an apprentice, her seat was yet to be chosen for her, and as such it was invincible.

“There’s no one there” Mane did a brief scan of the true throne room and affirmed that it was empty. Still, he was cautious. He slowly opened the door, leaving a gap big enough to fit a small adult. He quickly went through it and scanned the place again just to be safe.

The staircase climbed impossibly high into the darkness. Leading nowhere. Or perhaps somewhere far beyond the world. At the very top stood a throne. The throne from my vision. The Throne of Stars. The throne hidden beneath the kingdom. The throne every ancient power was searching for. And seated upon it was a figure. Motionless. Silent. Wrapped in chains made of silver fire. A prisoner. Still asleep. Still bound. Yet somehow more terrifying than anything we had seen so far. The golden eyes immediately focused on it. The thirteen fortresses turned toward it.

“What if I become her anyway?” Selene dropped to her knees before him. “Then we keep choosing. Every day. Every moment. That’s all we can do.” --- The girl tilted her head. “There is another path,” she said. Selene looked up. “What?” “The throne is empty now. If someone else takes it, he won’t have to.” Elira flinched. “You mean me?” The girl smiled. “You already glow like a queen.” --- The throne pulsed. Theron shook his head. “No. Not her. Not anyone.”