One Piece Throne Novels & Stories

And if it reached the pack elders—if Silas heard that his son was favoring a human, that the future Alpha was being influenced—it would plant seeds of mistrust. Doubt was all she needed. Alaric would have to choose. And Bianca would make sure he chose the throne. And if she couldn’t, she was sure his parents would do it for her. They always did. She stared at her reflection in the dark window. The city lights flickered behind her. You don't get to have him, she thought. Not while I'm still here.

I slowly walked forward, my heart racing as I tried to register what was going on. “I leave tonight, I need you to make sure no one tries to steal my throne while I’m gone. I may have spared your life in the human realm, but if a slip up happens in my kingdom, under your guard, I will kill you.” The man sounded excited about death, as if he hoped the person would fail. I turned the corner entering a huge room. A single golden throne sat in the middle of dais. Gold skulls sat at the end of each armrest, the back of the throne had angels falling from the sky into a pit of fire carved into it. Gold was moulded into bones and created the base of the chair.

"She’s the reason you’re even awake! Now back off before I find out if that sapphire skin is thick enough to stop a pulse-charge!" "She did not save me. She merely cleared the path for my return," Subject Zero said, her voice dropping to a low, predatory purr. She raised her hand, and for a second, the sapphire-jade pillar in the center of the room flared with a blinding, violet-white intensity. The air hummed with a frequency that made Nomo’s teeth ache. "The throne is empty, isn't it? The power is scattered, waiting for a hand strong enough to gather it back into a single, crushing fist." "There is no throne anymore! We made sure of that!" Zilo yelled, shielding his eyes from the glare. "T

In one hand, she held a talon—blackened and cracked, the last remnant of the Kilimane warlord she had slain. She smiled. “Pitiful,” she whispered, echoing the word her kind loved so much. “He thought his roar could rival mine.” The talon crumbled to ash between her fingers, vanishing into a curl of flame before it ever kissed the floor. She raised her hand, unhurried, and rested it on the arm of her throne. The legendary Throne of Flames. Gold hissed beneath her touch yet never burned her.

“This place is full of people you can’t trust. You can only trust me, at least for now. Not Damien. If he knows you’re not yet a wolf, he is going to fight to claim the throne and probably claim you are an Omega, and we don’t know that yet. If he decides to try and claim the throne, everything is against you. You don’t have any fight abilities, you’re not yet a full wolf—you’re going to lose. And you lose the throne along with it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. But I thought to myself. Do I even want this throne? It seems like a deadly thing to fight for. Was I ready to fight for something so deep and important to these people? I just wanted to shut him out. I would think about it.

Emmy looked at the billions of doors. “Then why are we standing here?” Ignisvath followed her gaze. He knew that tone. “What are you planning?” “Something you’ll dislike.” “Obviously.” Emmy walked deeper into the network. At the center stood a throne. One. Massive. Made from black stone. Gold veins. Violet crystal. She stared. “No.” Aurora approached. “That is the throne between worlds.” “What does it do?” “Controls the doors.” “Who sits there?” “No one anymore.”

One day Tomorrow is not required to wear a uniform so i need to look pretty and gorgeous but there's no black Now that all prepared think eresh what if going to tell them that im sorcerer or just white witch? Uhmm but now i need to rest I walked to my bed and slowly lying On it closed my eyes I open my eyes and look were i am, im in my throne the king and queen is there and theres 3 slave. " Your Highness the arius kingdom is preparing for the next war "one it say it i look at them

Nothing happened. She tried again. Still nothing. The First Father attempted to summon his power. Nothing. The First Will tried. Nothing. Lyra looked at them. What did you do? Elyon answered. The throne already chose you. Lyra slowly approached. But before she could sit, the floor beneath the throne opened. A massive hand emerged. It grabbed the throne. Kael immediately raised his sword. Everyone prepare! The hand pulled. The throne moved. Something underneath them was trying to drag it into the darkness.

The theta of the pack, the one that always spoke in gatherings like that, smiled when he saw me, “Ladies and gentlemen, the rightful heir to the throne of the Seven Isles. The future king and son of the greatest king and warrior to exist. The protector of the lycan and werewolf realm. Allow me to introduce to you Alpha Malakai Ravenscroft.” My subjects cheered on as I approached my throne, and it felt like everything I had ever dreamt of. The seat that I always looked up to sitting on was finally mine. I sat down on it and I felt the power travel up my bones. Two royal servants approached me with the sacred Crown and the Oath Staff. The theta was about to speak again when a loud bang erupted

____ 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.