One Piece Throne Novels & Stories

[The Queen’s Fleet] The throne of the Spire didn't feel like a seat of power; it felt like the cold, jagged teeth of a beast I had finally tamed. I leaned back, my fingers tracing the obsidian armrests as the "Sync" flooded my vision with a thousand tactical streams, each one representing a life I now owned. The girl who used to tremble in the cellar was gone, buried under the weight of a silver crown that hummed with the desire for war.

“The queen knew something else too.” The council leader leaned slightly forward. Interested. “What?” Ardan’s voice dropped lower. “She knew the council would try to break the seal.” The council leader’s smile faded slightly. Ardan looked straight at me again. “That’s why she created the throne.” My stomach twisted. “What throne?” Ardan’s voice grew stronger despite his injuries. “The throne of wolves isn’t power.” He pointed weakly toward the Devourer. “It’s a prison.” The words slammed into the clearing.

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

Sophie begged softly. "They will stop it by themselves when they give me a winner" he responded slowly and moved closer to David and Scott. "The beta of this throne will be chosen right here. Fight with the amount of love you have for me and the throne. Fight with the strength you will brandish when you are called upon to defend this Manor" he raised up his fist and brought it back down to start the fight.

Or that it was a resting place for her kind. They finally entered another room, this one smaller than the others, but with high, vaulted ceilings, and natural light pouring in. This room had stark, stone floors, and in its center sat one remarkable piece of furniture: a throne. Mounted high up on a pedestal, at least fifteen feet high, sat the wooden throne, a chair which was extra wide, with arms that sloped upward, and a back that angled on a triangle, coming to a point in the middle. Beneath it, on its corners, sat two golden lions, designed to look as if they were holding up the chair.

One had arrows buried permanently through his chest. Each wore the remnants of an ancient crown. At the center stood a thirteenth throne. Empty. Waiting. The moment Kazan stepped forward, every dead ruler turned toward him. His wolf growled. A ruler dressed in ceremonial armor rose. Blue fire burned in his eyes. “You carry the complete blood.” His voice seemed to come from everywhere. “You have come to claim the throne.” Kazan’s hand tightened around the crystal. “I have come to end the crown’s hold over my people.”

I moved toward it instinctively, but he caught my wrist and pushed me back. “Enough. You have refused to assist her publicly, yet you cling to garments you will never be entitled to wear. What purpose does it serve you?” And then a voice cut through the room—steady, edged with restrained fury. “On what authority does the Crown Prince confiscate the bridal mantle of my future wife?”

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

When Issei open his eyes all he can see is darkness, but there's a single throne adorned with human skulls and the color of the throne is pitch black. And he can see a girl sat upon that throne, who's looking straight at him and she has a wicked smile on her beautiful face.

The throne was built on the ashes of the seven humans who initiated the war and the skull of their leader mounted on top, a reminder of what's to come if the humans try to go to war with them again. Walking up to the throne, I pause and look at it, a remainder of all the responsibilities I had on my shoulders, the weight of the world. My crown rested on the armrest, gleaming under the sunlight filtering in from the windows, the crown has 10 gems, each representing a pack. With a sigh I sat on the throne and waited for the arrival of the humans as they were led in. Lyra walks in not long after offering me a curt nod then taking her sit in one of the four chairs in front of me.