Sukuna On His Throne Novels & Stories

He reminded me more of a rebellious, spoiled teen boy disrespecting his father's throne while he was away. “What are we doing here?” “Waiting” Loke’s head slumped back, staring at the blinking lights far above us with a deep sigh. Then what was I supposed to do? Just walk around here in the dimmed light, looking at water streams, lights, and different rocks? Walking up to the massive chair, I halted in my tracks a couple of feet away, and my eyes widened in shock. The morbid decoration made the throne from the Game of Thrones look like a toddler’s furniture. Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths.

The plan had been assault—intense because it was meant to erode the Ironclaw. Finn was splayed across his throne: an amazing edifice made of carved oak and bone, the arms indulgently engraved with furious claw marks of past Alphas. His chestnut brown mane straggled comfortably over his forehead. Those green eyes sparkled with a lazy amusement quite grating to my nerves. He had one leg on the arm of his throne, while his tunic was unbuttoned: looking after all possible carelessness that goes with ostensible arrogance. "Relax, Kiara," he said, parsing as he always did, his voice a silken taunt, his fingers drumming idly on the throne.

Nikita's POV The grand hall felt particularly cold today. An icy breath exhaled from its stone walls. A heavy silence weighed on me as I approached Father's throne, my steps echoing in a morose symphony. Taking my seat on the grand, leather-bound chair, the memories of my cruel yet loving father resurfaced, conflicting emotions waging war inside me. I never thought I’d sit here with him gone, but now, with the title of Luna of Death, responsibility had chained me to this throne.

It had been a long and difficult journey, but in the end, we had emerged stronger and more united than ever. As the meal drew to a close, Alpha Lukerian stood up, his eyes shining with warmth and pride. He dinged the side of his glass getting everyones attention, "I have an announcement to make," he said, his voice ringing out across the table. "As you all know, our pack has been through a great deal in recent times. But through it all, one thing has remained constant: our love and loyalty for one another." He paused, looking around the table at our family and pack members. "And so, it is with great pleasure that I announce the appointment of our new Luna: Syla, the mother of our beloved Qua

The light seems to be coming from some crystals. At the end of the tunnel, I catch a glimpse of a throne room, and a throne made out of bones. What’s with these people and bones? And on the throne, the largest female scorpion I have ever seen. Not like I have seen a female scorpion before. Two warriors are fanning her. More warriors are around the big room. “Come closer, my dear,” I hear the Queen tell me. “You speak English,” I say. She lifts her left hand, making a sign of getting closer to her. I take a few steps closer to the throne.

Sirene just stayed silent as she followed Luna. After some time, they arrived at the throne room. A handsome man that looks young was sitting on the golden throne. His face looks smooth, and he had long eyelashes that give shadows every time he blinked. He had black long hair, kissable lips, perfect thick eyebrows, and a perfect jawline. Nevertheless, to Soheila, the most handsome man was the one she had saved. Soheila suddenly had a small smile on her delicate face as she remembers that handsome man that she had saved.

A huge and spacious hall was used to house almost all the populace of the central elven kingdom; hence the celebration was pretty grand. In the midst of the bustling hall filled with chattering and laughter, at the most isolated balcony near the end of the throne chair, Suna was staring blankly at the moon. Her light bluish ashen platinum hair, which was styled to freely hung on her back, is flowing softly upon being blown by the wind. The young girl looked concerned for something. “You aren’t going to eat something?” A figure hover behind her, while casually holding a conversation with her.

Susan could recognize his voice without seeing his face. He stood before them and slowly lowered his hood. It’s Zuka. “I’m here to make a deal,” he grinned. “Let your son bring the mystical brimstone to me, or the girl dies!” He disappeared in a puff of smoke without letting Susan decline or accept the deal.

Before her master fade away from her view, she shouted, “Thank you, master for worrying for me.” He did not look back but he raised his hand and wave it. The corner of Blue’s mouth then raised into a grin. Everything looks so bright tonight, so peaceful and so dangerous too. In the central castle, in the throne room sits the King of Hikari, Hannock. All day he sits in his throne, he is hopeless and a throne indulging King. But that’s a lie. It is only his clone in the throne, a split Hannock is out there in the open, creating deformed demons and stealing their essence.

He sighed at the storm, "It looks like Prince Aurin had failed. What a pity!" Then, Wiz Immortal scanned his surroundings and said, "Everyone, I have to say something fair. This incident proves that only those destined to be the Emperor could tame the Shakun. Prince Auten might have also failed, but Shakun only harmed him. It meant that he was destined to become the Emperor. There's nothing left to say about Prince Aurin's fate. You all have seen it for yourself. "So, it is Prince Auten's destiny to take the throne and ascend as the Emperor."