Romans & histoires One Piece Throne

“I have something to tell you” Alpha Seven managed to say. Alpha Seven is the heir to the throne of the Alpha, Alpha Cloud of the undefeated wolves. Right there, at night time, he laid gently in the garden with his hands behind his head and his lover, Hazel, lying peacefully on his chest as they watched the stars together.

“I don’t own one. But I’m very good at getting into other people’s kingdoms. Want me to teach you how to take a throne?” Sienna lifted her chin. “No,” she snapped. “I don’t need to take a throne.” She tapped her chest once. “I’m the Queen.” Lorenzo’s brows rose. “Is that so?” “Yes.” Sienna flicked the bangs that half-covered her forehead. “I have my own throne and my own kingdom.” She pointed toward the stairs. “My room is the palace, and I have subjects. Sushi, my mermaid doll, Angela, Mommy… Nicholas sometimes. Depends on his behavior.”

After all, it’s insignificant compared to watching me come into their midst. They all rise in unison. With a wave of my hand, I order them to sit immediately. The hall is a large one with a big round table at the centre. Every seat is arranged round the table with my throne at its edge. Every seat is filled with a council member except for mine. I intentionally leave it for a few minutes to remind them that the throne doesn't grant me the power I possess. Rather, it is the other way round. I am the reason that the throne has any value at all.

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.

“Coco is mine! He doesn’t want to live anywhere else!” As if in confirmation the little dragon lifts his snout to the ceiling and lets out a trilling call, angry. Then he turns to glare around the room, baring his fangs and hissing, a threat against anyone who would wish to take him away from his favorite girl. I look around the room, still working to keep my breathing normal, and my eyes catch on Alpha Meier, grandfather of Prince John, who is officially third in line to the throne after Auden. The Prince sits at the edge of the dais far away from his grandfather, some toy in his hands, bored and staring into space. But Alpha Meier glares hard at Vivianna, clearly not liking the attention M

He knelt on one knee before me on the day of his victorious return and announced me as the tribe's queen. The others all knelt and bowed in allegiance. I smiled and told Sean to rise. Then, I declared in public that I would never take another mate; I would only have Sean alone. He was instantly so touched that his golden eyes turned red with sentiment. "You don't have to do that, Lynn," he said. "Hush, Sean. Listen to me. You are enough in this life," I said. 'Well, duh. I'm not foolish enough to take on more mates and tire myself out,' I thought.

I run a finger along the edge of the throne admiring the beauty under me. It’s ethereal. The gems reflect the lights as my fingers expose them in a tiny pattern to the light above me. The throne speaks power in itself, and as my finger brushes the surface I feel the surge of light in me; a surge to make people understand how rightfully I deserve the power.

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.”

“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.