One Piece Throne Novels & Stories

Yes, they have a tail! Unlike the man who is sitting on the throne, he looks like a normal person and dresses normally. What I mean is, the man on the throne, though he is wearing a black tux, his skin is fair. He is also elegant and a handsome creature. Actually, he looks like an actor who is from Freed. Who is that again? Ah, Ian Veneracion. The place too is bloody red. There is no clear view aside from the throne and the red surroundings. "Are you done checking on us, Luigi?" He was still smiling. Don't his lips get tired of smiling?

“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.

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.

“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

“Choose your kingdom, Dorian. Silence and legacy or fire and ruin.” He said nothing. But his eyes flicked to Penelope’s phone. The flash drive. The proof. The voice continued. “You lead, or you burn with her.” He closed the call. Stood in silence. Then turned to Isolde. And said, “They’re giving me the throne.” Her breath caught. “And you’re supposed to keep them from drowning?” “No,” he said. “I’m supposed to drown the rest of us first.” Penelope’s fingers flew across her keyboard. Cold light bathed her face in shades of war.

The illusion shattered. Light exploded. Then— Thomas stood at the edge of the throne platform. The Seventh Crown was in front of him. Closer than ever. But Cassian was already there. Standing on the opposite side. Eryx arrived seconds later. The three heirs stood together once more. Above them— the giant hand broke fully into the sky. The eye opened completely. And the voice returned. Final. Absolute. "THE THRONE IS MINE." The Seventh Crown began to descend. And the final battle began.

“Then you reject the North! You will be a Queen of nothing!” “I don’t want a throne of bone,” I roared, my violet-silver fire erupting in a column of heat that shattered the ice pillars. “I want a Throne of Blood and Breath!” I didn't sit on the Obsidian Throne. I Smashed it. I raised the Sovereign-Fang and drove it into the center of the obsidian seat. The volcanic glass didn't just break; it Exploded. The "Too Much" energy that had been bottled up for centuries was finally released, flooding the hall in a tidal wave of Violet-Gold Marrow.

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.”