One Piece Throne Novels & Stories

The throne appeared in the middle of the broken universe. It wasn’t made of gold. It wasn’t made of darkness. It was made of everything. Stars were woven into its arms. Shadows crawled across its back. Ancient symbols moved across the seat as if the throne itself were alive. Lucian stared at it. “What is that?” The First King answered calmly. “The throne of the First Blood.” Amara tightened her grip on Lucian’s hand. “And why did it appear?” The King looked toward her stomach.

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

"But if your fine ass wants to get lashed down and spanked, I could be into that. Turns out that you're kinda my type." The Throne smiled, his not-so-tom-like teeth bared. "Why are you here, whelp? It would be as easy as breathing for me to send you from here into the deepest depths of the Underworld. Are you not seeking my gift to save the one you call Innehavre? If that's true, have a seat. The bonds are to hold your aura intact as I infiltrate your very essence." The Throne was a little rusty, having not had a challenger in many centuries and he felt his hackles rise. He was already telling this very attractive ginger-haired nuisance more than he usually told anyone. They were usually too

“What?” The Alpha’s maw curled back, exposing teeth like jagged moonlight. “The throne you sit upon was never yours. Never theirs. It was ours—caged, stolen, and forged from our bones. The Shadow Rulers were cowards who bound us to feed their hunger. And now you dare wear their crown.” The words hit like a blow. Serena’s chest tightened, her hands trembling as the truth cracked open beneath her. The throne wasn’t her inheritance. It wasn’t even her curse. It was a theft.

Kana look around the people on the Heavenly Hall, no doubt, Second Prince Haii's faction is quite powerful consists of low and high ranking officers, ministers and merchants. Kana scoffed loudly, "Xiao Sheen, make sure to ask the Imperial Seamstress to make a new throne cover as soon as possible, someone filthy and unworthy sat on it in his sorry, pathetic and petty ass." "Yes!" Sheen replied but didn't move. Eight of them, Special Female Force stood on Kana's back in a straight rod posture. Prince Haii who has been smiling since he get in this palace and sat on the throne immediately his smile, froze.

One of them quickly took off the black cloth concealing the thing they carried. After the cloth was taken off, all came to see that it was a golden throne with statues of two hickory-coloured, standing, pissed wolves serving as armrests. "Boy, that throne is... how do I put it?" Dante excitedly mind linked Zyair. "It's something never brought out on the day of a champion's crowning as Alpha King," the latter responded. Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!"

Beta Lucas whispery calls, pulling me back into reality right before the council members and their fierce boring eyes. "Oh shit" I mumble, staring wiredly towards the slightly embarassed mom seated on a sliver throne beside a way larger empty golden coloured throne. The golden throne the largest and most respected amongst the trio coloured throne's. The golden throne signifies power and authority,it's a throne meant for the worthies,worthy alpha's alone are previledged to attain that throne and sadly late dad was worthy enough. Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession.

Plural. The stories I heard was that Jonathan Devon, Hellhound Senior, had been given a throne by a qilin, for a favour, that everyone has a different story for. Apparently, Johnny Hellhound has a thing for not being consistent with his stories. Anyways, no one knows who carved the throne either. Well, who or what. But it’s a massive Asian-like chair, with gold-embroidered cushions and a massive five feet high backrest with intricate carving made mostly of black jade. The thing is wide enough to sit two or three people.

Prince at the back of his mind decided that it was something he was going to practice if he leaves the place. The gorgeous throne was made of pure gold and diamonds. And it keeps blinking all the time. The hue of the throne was changing. It was the Prince's first time seeing such a throne. There were some antique manuscripts that Prince had previously seen. He opened his eyes too close to study the writings. The old writings on the throne were the same as the ancient writings in front of the Ancient home on Petit Island. Prince was perplexed why the writings on Petit Island and the writings on the Green Island throne should be the same. What is going on, and what is the secret?