One Piece Throne Novels & Stories

I say to Cara. "Because she looks like a Goddess Alec, and not just any Goddess, but Aphrodite." she says. "I know, but it feels more than that," I add before taking my gaze off her and up to the girl. "Act with me, will you?" I smile at Cara back as she huffs and closes her eyes for a second knowing what I'm asking. "Then you owe me," She speaks a deal making me chuckle. "Anything you want Cara of the kingdom of grendor," I speak formally making her chuckle.

Selene raised her hands, conjuring walls of shimmering gold magic that formed a cage around herself, the debris of the corridor lifting to float as sharp, jagged shards. “Enough!” she screamed. “I am the throne!” Draven’s laugh was low, feral, and it reverberated through the air like thunder. “The throne doesn’t make you its master,” he said. “It only reveals who already is.” With a motion, Liora joined him, her energy wrapping around his, Silver between them like a beacon of fragile yet fierce life. The corridors shook, walls cracking further as the palace itself seemed to respond to their union.

“She is a Blackwood, Valencia. They don't just leave legacies; they leave traps.” “‘You’ve only inherited the throne,’” I repeated, glancing at Mia, who was asleep in the adjacent seat. “What throne? I destroyed the mountain. I locked the cages. There is no throne left.” “The throne isn't a chair in a mountain, child,” Maria said, finally meeting my gaze. “It’s the Titan system. It’s the billions in untraceable assets. It’s the power to end wars or start them. And right now, it’s pulsing inside your veins.”

“At least, not by blood. The Alpha who raised you was sworn to protect you, but he could not hide you forever. Not from me. Not from destiny.” His words made her stomach twist. She wanted to call him a liar, but the bond thrummed inside her chest, vibrating like a string pulled too tight. Some part of her—deep, buried—recognized this place. “No,” she whispered, backing away. “I am not one of you.” “Not one of us?” He laughed, the sound soft and cruel. “You are the only one who could sit on this throne without turning to ash.” As if to prove his point, the throne flared with dark light, a pulse that echoed inside Aria’s ribs. Her knees buckled under the force of it.

She looked like a fragile little girl with a crown of King on her head. Yes, king. The crown which Thea was wearing belonged to the Kings of lycans. The crown belonged to Ares. The lycan King. Thea looked around when she saw a throne. The throne was majestic. She frowned. Why is there a throne in the basement? She went near the throne. Something compelled her to go near it. She didn't knew why but she placed the Crown on the throne.

Added to the fact that the throne's colour complemented that of the hall's, such a minor detail was easy to miss. The lady giggled as the throne glowed. As for what was so funny, it was between her and the object that was supposed to be inanimate, yet seemed to possess is own soul. "No Reiki. Nothing really lasts forever" the lady's chuckles ended with this statement. A sad look took its place and cast more gloom in this already gloomy room. Reiki was apparently the name of the throne she sat upon- the Eternal Throne.

I frowned. "What?" "The throne..." He shook his head desperately. "It exists." "We touched it." "It's real." "But..." He looked toward the eastern horizon. "The figure was gone." My stomach tightened. "But we all saw them." "Yes." "We did." His voice dropped. "The throne was empty." The connection pulsed once. Quietly. Then a memory surfaced. Not a vision. A sentence. Ancient. Broken. Almost forgotten. The throne is never occupied. A chill spread through me.

Her eyes stop moving as she looks up at him, searching. "Kai being here serves a purpose," he continues. "His mate being here serves a purpose. The announcement tonight —" he drops his hand — "all of it. Every piece." He turns back to the landscape, and the faint glow returns to his eyes, almost imperceptible. "You brought him home because you have a game of your own." "And the throne?" He smiles. "Thrones are complicated things, Princess. Who sits in them is rarely the same as who holds them."

On the day my fiancé, Raphael Moretti, and I were supposed to get our marriage license at city hall, I dressed with care. But by noon, he still hadn't shown up. Aurelia De Luca video-called me. "Sofia, where are you? Raphael's been waiting for you all day." Panic hit me. "Weren't we signing in Palermo?" Aurelia frowned. "It's Taormina, Sofia. Everyone's been waiting for a long time." I drove straight to Taormina. When I arrived, no one was there. When the video connected, Aurelia was crouched on the ground, laughing hard. "Sofia, don't tell me you actually went. We're already on Lipari. Raphael's setting up the wedding venue to surprise you." I left my car at the port and took a boat to Lipa

My Alpha Female, my mate, had been gone a week surveying her territory. The moment she got back, I rejected our bond. "Just because I forgot your little trinket?" She laughed, blue eyes careless as ever. "Yes." I stared at her, face a mask. Seven days ago, Rowan, Alpha Female of the Silvermoon Ridge Pack, took her core warriors to inspect a newly acquired mining territory. When she returned, she had gifts for everyone. Even the border patrol got aged liquor. She forgot the only thing that mattered. The pure Moonstone I needed to soothe my burning Alpha blood. I'd waited two months. Then her new Omega scribe, Finn, posted a selfie on the pack network—showing off a wolf-fang necklace carved f