Novel & Cerita Sukuna On His Throne

From the phone, after Ye Zhu had swiped to answer the call, their was a pillar of light that came and the projection of a figure seated on a tall gold throne chair came to their view as it floated above the light and the phone space. A dark brooding figure with a massive and bulky body build, long silver beard with golden tips and inky black long hair sat on the throne. His eyes blazed with innate power that was non-resistant to anyone who stared at them that made everyone want to kneel and worship him with respect.

“I was forced into hiding to keep safe until… until it was time.” “Time for what?” His voice is low, almost a whisper. "For this, for my shift, where now it’s acceptable for me to take the throne.” Stunned silence falls between us and I sit on one of the leather chairs as I wait for him to process and respond.

"What is it you want, Neptos?" Neptos grinned at Dana. "It is good to see you, too, Dan." His smile wiped out from his face and looked at Dana's golden eyes in a serious manner. "You are being called by King Seiki." ~O~O~O~ THEY stepped into the vast throne room made of tall and huge gray columns with complete crystals surrounding them. Dana and her three companions walked directly at the lone figure sitting at a lone throne. His face was scrunched, eyebrows met and his thick lips were thinned. The big hand was curled under his chin and his elbow was leaned on the arm of his regal throne.

Asphalt had told me tales about him, none of them being very good. He was sitting on the throne made out of thousands of skulls. Skulls of humans, wolves, witches. I wondered how the builders attached them together without failing to break the structure. No matter how strange the throne looked, it did not fail to exude power. I walked forward until I approached the man whose back leaned against the throne’s left arm , while his legs were resting on the throne’s right arm, a strange posture for a king. “No offense, but I expected your beard to be silver, not your hair.” I said, tipping my head up.

Authoritative. "What a clueless runt!" Stan chuckled, "Aren't you supposed to be scrubbing?" He glanced around the people, "Did this runt feed you all with the idea she can rule this pack?" "We will not have you disrespect our goddess-ordained Luna!" The white-haired elder spat. "Get on your knees and immediately apologize." Before he could finish his words, Stan's claws went through his neck. I blinked in bewilderment, shock, and dread as the white-haired ruler fell to his knees with blood oozing from the gaping cut in his neck. He dropped limply to the floor and his struggles ended.

Then, the throne itself spoke—its voice booming directly inside my mind. “THE TRUE LUNA HAS RETURNED TO HER SEAT.” My eyes widened in terror. “No... no, let me go!” The stone beneath me began to shift and rebuild itself. Jagged black and silver vines sprouted from the armrests, wrapping tightly around my wrists and locking me in place. Above my head, a new crown began to materialize out of pure starlight. I looked frantically across the room. Buck was struggling to pull himself up from the floor, blood dripping from his temple.

---- Silverfang Pack--Alpha Carlo’s Throne Room The throne room of Silverfang reeked of blood, musk, and dominance. Alpha Carlo—the Terror of the SOUH—sat motionless upon his massive throne carved from black pearls, bleached bones, and the cured skins of long-dead slaves. His presence alone bent the air. One heavy arm rested against the throne’s edge, rings glinting like sharpened claws, his golden eyes half-lidded as though bored by existence itself. Below him, several elders sat stiffly, their voices reduced to cautious whispers. No one ever raised their voice in Carlo’s presence unless they wished to lose it—along with their tongue.

Varrin whispered, voice small now, “what does it mean.” Sienna didn’t answer. She looked at Ryder, and for one bare heartbeat the human inside the queen asked the human inside the monster if they could keep going without breaking. His nod was minute, absolute. The ceiling groaned. Dust sifted, glittering. Far above, something unseen smiled, and the room lost a breath it hadn’t known it was holding as the broken throne settled into its new truth and the moonlight found the seam and lay there like a blade. Outside, the horn sounded. Inside, stone popped like knuckles. The crown warmed again on Sienna’s brow.

King Manor said, with conviction. “Do you hear yourself? You're talking about killing your granddaughter, she is the next in line to rule our planet.” “You know that would never happen, we would never appoint a woman or a half breed as the ruler. Once I consume the ash of the Pure Phoenix there will never be another ruler. I will rule for eternity, and….” King Manor was saying, right before Soko knocked him out with a blow to the back of the head. Now he needed to find the mermaid and get the hell out of here and find his daughter.

"It has been a while since we last saw each other, don't you think, Amethyst?" Adelaide hissed through her teeth as soon as they entered a very spacious room that was furnished with luxurious, eye-breaking furniture. In the middle was a huge throne made from wood that was fantastically painted white — matching the skin of Adelaide, the ruler of the Dynato Asími Fountain. The White Snake smiled delightedly while her eyes were gleaming beautifully with an unconstrained wave of ecstasy. She slowly and confidently sashayed up to her throne — where she carefully placed her buttocks, her eyes still fixed on Amethyst.